'And that's where you are going?' demanded the boy.
'Sure, they're havin' a big reunion out on Ganymede. First one. Maybe they'll have one every year or two from now on.'
'And will the Martian soldiers that you whipped be there, too?'
Gramp scowled fiercely. 'They been asked to come,' he said. I don't know why. They ain't got no right to be there. We licked 'em and they ain't got no right to come.'
'Harry!' came the voice of the boy's mother.
The boy hoped off the bench and trotted toward the house.
'What have you been doing?' asked his mother.
'Grandpa's been telling me about the war.'
'You come right in here,' his mother shouted. 'If your grandpa don't know better than to tell you about the war, you should know better than to listen. Haven't I told you not to ask him to tell you about it?'
Gramp writhed on the bench.