The Hugga Bunch

Grams Severson: I'll be visiting at Christmas, and Easter, and Fourth of July, and you'll be sick to death of seeing me!

Bridget Severson: I don't want you visiting, I want you here forever and ever. You and me are the only ones that really like to hug. Andrew hates to show that he cares.

Grams Severson: Well, boys are sometimes funny about things like that.

Bridget Severson: Mom and Dad are too busy, and Aunt Ruth is afraid I'll mess up her hair.

Grams Severson: Well, you just keep trying, sweetheart. Everybody needs hugs. Remember the stories I used to tell you?

Bridget Severson: About the Land of Hugs?

Grams Severson: Mmhmm... Across the old vast meadows, where the cherry trees grow.

Bridget Severson: Is there really such a place, Grandma?

Grams Severson: Well, for heavens sake, however could there not be?