"If you was really feeling so bad it wouldn't be nice to laugh, you know." Jed laughed then, himself.

"So Petunia would feel bad if I didn't go to Sam's, would she ?" he inquired.
"Yes," solemnly.

"She told me she shouldn't eat one single thing if you didn't go.

She's a very high-strung child." That settled it.

Jed argued that Petunia must on no account be strung higher than she was and consented to dine at the Hunniwells'.
The day before Thanksgiving brought another visitor to the windmill shop, one as welcome as he was unexpected.