granddaddy'll

Updated: July 29, 2025

"O dear me, how could I say anything?" cried Polly, overcome with remorse and patting Phronsie's yellow hair; "but it is so very dreadful. O dear me! Phronsie, there, there, don't cry. O dear me!" Tom's mouth trembled. "It's all right. Granddaddy'll like it," he said. "Oh, Tom Selwyn," gasped Polly, looking up over Phronsie's head, "you don't suppose we'd let that letter go."

Margaret Sidney - Five Little Peppers Abroad