At one point in the journey Grandfather joked that they were “making a beeline” over there, but instead of laughter all he got was a round of groans. The Shermans were pretty depressed when the Aldens arrived. “John Price came by today,” sighed Dottie, “and it was so hard to tell him that we don’t have any honey.” Clay was slumped in his chair. “He said he had no choice but to find someone else this year. Can’t say I blame him.” “Oh, no,” gasped Violet. She hated to see them so upset. Maybe we’re too late to help them, she thought. “Mr. Price is a good man, though,” Dottie was saying. “He said he’ll check back with us next season to see if we’ve got honey.” “He even said he’d give the contract back to us this season if we could somehow come up with enough honey in these next two months before the delivery date,” said Clay, though clearly he didn’t think this was possible. “Well, Mr. Sherman, you just might be able to pull it off,” said Renee.
