I wanted
to hold the needles, but I was afraid I'd let them slip and drop
a stitch. Grandma always fussed when I dropped her stitches.
"I should say so, Thad! It's a day to ring all bells! When
the baby, here, came running in saying something about that
wicked German Kaiser, I didn't know for a minute what to make of
it. I'd clean forgot the wild tales Dink told. My! My! I'm so
glad I could shout!"
Mama sat down then in one of the high-back padded rockers and
rocked a long time, easy and slow, while she and Grandma and
Grandpa told one another all they knew about the World War and
that Armistice thing somebody had signed at exactly eleven
o'clock.
Mama said the Armistice was an answer to prayer. Grandma Ming
said she was powerful proud the Germans could tell the jig was
up. Grandpa said, "Foot dool! Them German generals saw the
handwriting on the wall the day our soldiers set foot in France!"
Soon Mama got up. "Come on, Bandershanks, let's go home.
We've got to start getting ready! Walker and Clyde may be coming
home before we can get a thing done!" Mama picked me up and
squeezed me.
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