"Gee, Harry! Gee! Harry, gee!"
The youngest child turned to me with a worried face.
"I don't like the man whipping the cows."
"He's not whipping them, sweetheart. He's guiding them."
"I wouldn't want to be guided that way!" said another daughter. She pulled off another gob of pale blue cotton candy and popped it into her mouth.
"Bet you'd turn right faster than they do,...