Bert thought it best not to tell the truth. If the man knew he wanted to see his daughter, he was likely to ask to many questions. That was the last thing that he needed. He quickly and sNmoothly lied. "I think I have the wrong house sir. Do forgive the intrusion."

He turned and headed back to his car. Soon he was across town, at the barn. He hopped just outside the barn and ran inside. The barn was not yet decorated, as it had been when he first saw it. There were kids working on the decorations, up on ladders. He cast his eyes around, looking for Rose.