As we waited for the cake, Grandma looked out the window for a long time. “Why,
you aren’t afraid of thunder. You’re too brave!” she said as she looked right at
me.
“I’m not brave, Grandma,” I said. “I was under the bed! Remember?”
“But you got out from under it,” she answered, “and you got eggs from mean old
Nellie Peck Hen, you got milk from Kick Cow, you went through Tangleweed Woods
to the dry shed, you climbed the trellis in the barnyard.
From where I sit, only a very brave person could have done all them things!”