Even Grandma laughed at herself and her color came back. "Believe now I'll just sit down and play us a hymn," she said. "I hate waiting for anything, 'specially heelyacopters."
She opened up the organ and began playing and singing. Her voice quavered at first, then grew stronger as if she wanted to reach God in his heaven, direct.
"Je-sus, Sav-iour, pi-lot me,
O-ver life's tem-pest-uous sea;
Un-known waves be-fore me roll,
Hi-ding rock and treach-erous shoal;
Chart and com-pass come from Thee;
Je-sus, Sav-iour, pi-lot me."
"That's great, Idy. Misty's ears is keeping time, turning ever' which way."
Then Grandpa saw the helicopter breaking through the dun-colored sky. "Play it once more," he urged. "Just once more!" No use worrying her too soon, he thought.