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Show Woodworth/3 after getting home from the hospital late, and looking at the mound of Brownings sitting on the couch and hearing about the people and their adventures that grew out of words. "I know a good one," she tells the children. "Have you ever heard of Albert Payson Terhune?" Both children shake their heads. "Did you ever watch 'Lassie" on television?" "Uh-huh," the girl says. "But that's for little kids," the boy protests. "I know. But this man, named Albert Payson Terhune, writes books about dogs like Lassie. Only the books are for bigger kids. Do you guys want to help me find the books?" They nod again, synchronized. "Ok. You have to find the section for 'T'. Do you think you can do that?" "Sure we can," the boy says. "Ok. Then you look along the shelves until you find Albert Payson Terhune. It's spelled T-e-r-h-u-n-e. Do you want to have a race, to see who can find it first?" "Yes!" they both shout. "Ok. But you have to be quiet. I'll say go. Are you ready?" The boy grabs the girl*s arm. "I'm going to beat," he says. "You are not." "I bet you don't even know where 't' is in the alphabet." "I do so. abcdefghi..." "On your mark," Marty interrupts, "get set..." And both fei4e are off down the aisle, giggling and pushing. Martv goes around the stack from the other direction, right to |
