There's
some awful mean horses in this town, Billy," Hank worried. But Billy
Evans only laughed.
"Hank," he said, "with you and God taking turns minding that kid, and
his ma and me doing a little now and then, I guess he'll grow up."
So Billy was at the minister's party, as were very nearly all the other
Green Valley youngsters. For these were old-fashioned folks whose
entertainments were so simple and harmless that children could always
be present.
As a matter of fact Green Valley folks never had to be entertained.
All one had to do was to call them together and they entertained
themselves.
Cynthia's son knew this. So he had made no elaborate plans. He knew
too that it was the old homestead they came to see, and to find out
what that poolroom man was doing in his back yard, and why Hen Tomlins
had been coming up so regularly, and why Bernard Rollins had been
asking to see people's old albums for the past three months.
So Cynthia's son had no programme. He just threw open every door and
invited them to walk through and look. He explained that in the
kitchen his housekeeper, Mary Dooley, and her two cousins from Meacham
were getting up the refreshments and that any one who strayed in there
would in all probability be put to work.
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