"Come day, go day;
God send Sun-day.
And where do we go today?" she asked.
"To Pocomoke!" Maureen burst out.
"But before that, where? And who do we thank today?"
"Misty!" Paul shouted. But he grinned as he said it, knowing what Grandma had in mind.
Grandpa twisted uncomfortably. "Me and him," he said, scratching Skipper behind an ear, "we got to clean out the truck and do a passel o' things. We'll jes' do our churchin' while we work."
"Clarence Beebe, you'll do no sech a thing! Today is a shining special day and we won't argify. To church we go. As a fambly!"
Promptly at nine forty-five the truck, now clean as water and soap could make it, rattled out of the yard with Grandpa and Grandma sitting dressed up and proud in the cab, and Maureen and Paul in back, feet dangling over the tailgate. The sun was shining for the first time in a week, and the sky was a luminous blue.