"So, Grandma, Kaiser Bill ain't coming! He ain't gonna
cross the ocean to cut off little kids' and old women's arms and
legs!"
Grandma didn't say a word.
"Ain't you glad, Grandma?"
She just sat up in bed a little bit straighter and went on
knitting and knitting, and her needles went on clicking and
clicking. She looked at me over the gold rims of her eyeglasses.
Then, all of a sudden, Grandma threw down her knitting and
started calling Grandpa Thad as loud as she could holler!
"Thad! Thad! Oh, Thad!"
He didn't answer.
"Baby, run fast and find your grandpa! Tell him to make haste
and com'ere!"
I darted through the kitchen, out the back door, and was at
the yard gate when I almost ran smack into both Grandpa Thad and
Mama. They were walking so fast and talking so fast they didn't
notice me.
"Ming! It's over! The war's over! They signed the Armistice!"
"Glory be!" Grandma cried, raising her arms up high and
letting her hands fall back down on the bed covers and
counterpane. "Glory be! Our boys will come home! Thank God!
They'll come back! Thank God!"
Tears were running out of Grandma's eyes, and she kept waving
her arms and crying, "Glory be! Glory be!" She was shouting at
first; then the "glories" got softer and softer, till she was
just whispering them.
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