"How are you going to find a town on this road?" said Jimmy disgustedly. "Why did you go on such a bumpy road. Is this the way to Grandma's house?"
"Not exactly," said Joe. "We just took a little detour."
"To keep that man with the horns from following us?" asked Jimmy.
Joe gripped the wheel tightly. "Horns?" he asked, staring at Pearl. "What man with horns?"
"Why that man we were racing with. He had horns growing out of his head."
"I didn't see any horns," said Joe.
"He did too have horns," said Jimmy. "I didn't like him, and I'm glad you got away from him. But now I'm hungry."
"I'm glad too, son," said Joe. He licked his lips. "But it must have been that man's hair that looked like horns. He didn't really have any."
"When are we going to get to a restaurant?" inquired Jimmy impatiently. "I'm awful hungry!"
Pearl laid a hand on Joe's arm. "Don't press it, Joe. Sometimes children see things grownups can't. Let him forget it."