Chapter 25 – The Wearing of the Green
Chapter 25 – The Wearing of the Green“I ain’t got nothin’ green to wear today,” Blew complains as he slams our front door. “Not even a snot rag. Nothin’. What’ll I do?” He throws his jacket on the floor, sits next to Grandpa, and whines like a whipped dog.
“There, there,” Grandpa says. “The pipes burst at school so you’re not going anywhere today except to the barn to do your chores. It doesn’t matter if you wear something green or not. The cows won’t notice if you’re not wearing a shamrock.”
“But, Gramps, that ain’t the point. I’ll know. I let down poor old St. Patrick again. Last year the 17th was on a Sunday. All I had was one lousy green sock to wear to church. Nobody saw it. Even Johnny looked like a Christmas tree.”
“You’re crazy,” I say. “Pu
