Then Gramps sat at the head of the table and Gram at the foot.
"Think, boy, and quit calling me sir," Gramps said impatiently.
Gramps looked at him oddly, but Bud was too surprised and delighted to notice.
Gramps' tone remained caustic but Bud refused to be ruffled.
"Don't you work too hard," she said, and went off to offer some lemonade to Gramps.
Anything that was not a bean must be a weed, Gramps had said, and Bud acted accordingly.
A sudden bellow from Gramps was as startling as the wail of a fire engine.
Gramps emptied his plate first, pushed it back and sighed contentedly.
Evidently as brisk as he had been in the early morning, Gramps bounced from his chair.
"But now I got a boy to help me with all the chores I used to do," Gramps said.
