"Idy, how'd ye like to...?"
"Like to what?"
Grandpa sopped up some tomato gravy with a chunk of bread and ate it slowly, enjoying Grandma's impatience. Then he leaned close to her ear. "How'd ye and Maureen like to be smuggled back home? Right now!"
Grandma beamed. "Be ye serious?"
"Serious as a cow at milkin' time."
"Why, mercy me, I'd feel young and chipper doin' a thing like that."
"Ye would?"
"Yes, I would."
"Even if ye had to hide in the back o' a truck under a bundle o' hay with goats eatin' through to ye?"
"Even if!" Grandma hurriedly left the table, motioning Maureen and Paul to follow. "Don't ask any questions," she said. "Just slip into your jackets and come along, and leave our blankets on the cots."