Dr. Finney put the receiver in place, stretching and yawning.
"Dad, what don't you 'see why not'?" David asked.
"Why they can't take Misty and her foal home today."
"Can I go out and see her now?" David pleaded.
"No, son," Dr. Finney replied. Then he saw the flushed young face and the tears brimming. "Of course you can go later. Just give them an hour or so alone."
[Chapter 19]
GLORY HALLELUJAH!
Paul turned from the telephone and let out a war whoop loud enough to break the sound barrier. He grabbed Maureen and they pulled Grandpa between them and went dancing around the kitchen table, lifting their knees high, bugling like wild horses. It was a free-for-all frolic. Grandpa was suddenly himself again, spry-legged and bellowing.