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Updated: May 7, 2025
I never hear such a tale not even from Gran'ma Mullins. She says Elijah sent in her name an' they filed her next day an' she says they've never quit sendin' her the filin's ever since. I told you as I heard in the square she was gettin' a good deal of mail but I never mistrusted how much until she showed me her box for kindlin' fires next winter. Why, she says it's beyond all belief!
Upon the morning that his uncle left, Bobby's grandmother called him to her when she came into the nursery for her usual visit. 'I want to speak to you, she said, putting on her gold spectacles and sitting down in Nurse's easy chair. Bobby stood before her, his hands clasped behind his back. 'Are you not happy with us? was the question put to him next, a little sharply. 'Yes, gran'ma.
"Then we should both have been drowned," said Turly, "for I should have pulled and kicked, I know I should, and the boat would have gone over on top of us." "Oh, poor Gran'ma!" cried Terry.
Gran'ma Mullins got a gnat in her eye an' Hiram walked way back to town for a flaxseed to put in it to get the gnat out, an' crossin' the bridge he sneezed an' the flaxseed just disappeared completely, an' Lucy would n't let him go back again, so all she could do was to keep a-rubbin' till finally she rubbed it out. Mr.
I always wanted to camp out and watch the stars," he told Silver stoutly. "Honest to gran'ma, I think this is just simply GREAT! I bet them nester kids would be scared. Hunh!" That helped a lot. The Kid could whistle better after that.
In the hall the butler was lying prone, stunned by a small statue which had been flung at him by the capricious violence of the explosion. All the mirrors were shivered and most of the pictures were down. At the entrance to the library cook was standing, all of a tremble. The two little Adamses rushed up to him: "Oh Sir Michael! Mummie is dead and Gran'ma is awfully hurted." But Mummie Mrs.
Susan and Etta halted and, watching so interestedly that they forgot themselves, heard her laugh at his insult, heard her say wheedlingly, "Come along, dearie, I'll treat you right. You're the kind of a lively, joky fellow I like." "Go to hell, gran'ma," said the man, roughly shaking her off and lurching on toward the two girls.
To each of these worthy old people the artist had given a pair of hectic pink cheeks. Gran'ma Brewster especially, simpering down at you from the labyrinthian scrolls of her sextuple gold frame, was rouged like a soubrette and further embellished with a pair of gentian-blue eyes behind steel-bowed specs.
Brown 's gone now too. I see him 'n' Amelia drivin' out towards the Sperrits' while I was in the square. Well, if it's on, it's on, 'n' the Lord be with you, Mrs. Lathrop, f'r 'f Gran'ma Mullins says truth, no one else c'n help you now. You see, she told Mrs. Macy 'n' me what plaster is. It's eatin', that's what it is. Plaster 'll eat anythin' right up, hide, hair, 'n' all.
But as the hour approached, the solemn importance of the occasion was stealing brainward, and she even began to feel glad she was a part of The Exhibition, for to have been left out would have been worse even than the moment of mounting the platform. "My grown-up brother's coming," said Hattie, "an' my mamma an' gran'ma an' the rest."
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