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"I don't know which was the most pleased to see father, Grandma or I," continued Paul. "Grandma's been in kitchen all day making the things father likes to eat. She wouldn't trust them to Mary Joe, she says. That's HER way of showing gladness. I like best just to sit and talk to father. But I'm going to leave you for a little while now if you'll excuse me. I must get the cows for Mary Joe.
"Merry Christmas!" he called to Russ, Rose and the others. "Merry Christmas!" they answered. Mun Bun and Margy, who had been making a little snow man all by themselves, stopped their play and walked toward the house. "Where are you going?" asked Russ. "I'm going to ask Grandma for a cookie," explained Mun Bun. "I'm hungry." "So'm I," added Margy. "Don't eat before dinner," advised Rose.
We have grown no wiser in spite of the pain." Sitting in the armchair that Jocelyn had pulled out for Jim Tumley was Roger Allan. His face was a-quiver with pain. And he too was staring hungrily at the pictured face. "Oh, Roger," wept Grandma, "if only we could have her back, her and Richard."
She now leaned comfortably against the wall beside the sink, her eyes closed and her mind oblivious to her surroundings, and dimly hearing through her dreams that sibilant call: "A-A-A-Alfy!" Then her ear was pinched and she brought back to reality. "What you doin' to me, Montgomery Sturtevant? I'll tell your grandma!" "Ain't meanin' to hurt you, A-A-Alfy. I Don't you d-do that.
And now was the moment of the great surprise at hand. Missy could scarcely wait. It must be admitted that, during the interminable time that grandpa was reading his chapter it was even a longer chapter than usual to-night and while grandma was reading her shorter one, Missy was not attending. She was repeating to herself the Twenty-third Psalm.
Come-Paddy, he's hangin' out in the house now, by cripes, 'cept when he takes a sashay down to the stable lookin' fer more. And Shunky, he's bedded down under the Ketch-all, when he ain't hittin' fer the tall timber with his tail clamped down between his legs. Honest to grandma, Luck, you couldn't hit Applehead at a better time.
She thought of grandma and poor grandpa, with a sob in her heart, but she sped along. Past the schoolhouse, and meeting-house, too, she had to go, with big qualms of grief and remorse. But she kept on. She was a fast traveller. She had reached the North Precinct of Braintree by daylight. So far, she had not encountered a single person. Now, she heard horse's hoofs behind her.
Besides, just at that moment the conductor came around for tickets. Grandma looked in the basket for her handkerchief. It was not there. She looked on the floor and on the seat and under the seat. It was not there. She stood up and shook herself still no handkerchief. "Dear, oh dear," exclaimed Grandma wildly, "I've lost my ticket I always knew I would I told Cyrus I would! Oh, where can it be?"
"I think, Germain, that you have done me a very great service, and that I shall thank you for it all my life." "Is that all?" "My little father," said the child, "I didn't think to tell little Marie what I promised you. I didn't have time, but I'll tell her at home, and I'll tell grandma, too." This promise on his child's part gave Germain abundant food for reflection.
I don't forbid you to go in the boat, if Carter goes with you, but I do forbid you to go alone. Will you remember that?" "Yes, Grandma, truly I will," said Marjorie, with such a seraphic smile that her grandmother kissed her at once. "Then run along and have a good time; and don't jump off the dock or anything foolish."
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