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These fled, squawking, when Mr. Gordon ran the car into the ditch and an old woman hobbled out to greet him. "Well, Grandma," he called cheerily, raising his voice, for she was slightly deaf, "I've brought you two young folks bag and baggage, just as I promised. I suspect they've brought appetites with them, too." "Glad to see you," said the old woman, putting out a gnarled hand.
"Grandma," I said, leaning forward, laughing, and folding my hands in her lap, "you're the best comforter I know of." "Wall, thar'," said she; "it's a good deal in feelin's, and Madeline ain't r'al well, so she kind o' allows 'em to overcome her sometimes." "And what did she mean by saying that about Rebecca?" I asked.
"I call that punkin out of season," said Grandpa, recklessly. "Strikes me so." "I was talkin' about fruits. I wasn't talkin' about punkins," said Grandma, with derisive conclusiveness. "Wall," said Grandpa, very much aroused, "if you call them tarnal white beans the fruits of God, I don't!" "Don't you consider that God made beans, pa?" "No, I don't!"
And then how all the family would go back into the sitting-room after dinner; and how Tom, the family "Mozart," would sing "Home, Sweet Home;" and how Grandma Scott would rub her eyes with her handkerchief, and declare that the room smoked!
Grandpa Horton laughed, but Mrs. Horton and Grandma looked grave. "I'd like to knit him a good sweater," said Grandma. "Like as not the child needs warm things to wear." "Boys wear old clothes to skate in, of course," Mrs. Horton said.
"That's your pie, lambie," declared Grandma, smiling. "One, two, three large ones, and a saucer pie for my own laddie. How much sugar shall I put in for you, Sunny Boy?" "A bushel," replied Sunny Boy confidently. "Let me shake the brown powder, Grandma." So Sunny Boy sprinkled in the cinnamon, and Grandma added dots of butter and put on the crust.
In these intervals he studied with interest the big old room and her quaint old sampler worked in coloured worsteds that had faded to greys and dull browns: "La Nuit Porte Conseil." "Grandma Loekermann did it at the convent, ages ago," she told him. "What a cautious young thing she must have been!" She leaned against his shoulder.
"Yes," said Grandma Elsie, "I suppose because it is Saturday evening and we are all so tired with going and sight-seeing that we need to get early to bed and rest that we may not be too weary to enjoy the coming Sabbath day." "I 'spect so," said Ned, and running forward as his father and the others stepped upon the deck, "Papa," he asked, "did you come home soon to get ready to keep Sunday?"
Outside of my husband and Bleema, not a soul in the house talks her language except Sol and Etta when they come over." "She's my nice darling grandma," said Miss Pelz, suddenly pirouetting up from her chair around the table, kissing the old lips lightly and then back again, all in a butterfly jiffy. Ain't she the sweetest thing with her grandmother? "Umh!" said Mr.
Carry on rising to admit the caller had the usual tussle with the door, while grandma reiterated uncomplimentary remarks about the "blessed feller" who should some time since have effected repairs, and Danby upon entering wore an extremely grave face, looked neither at Dawn nor Carry, but addressed himself straight to Mrs Martha Clay.
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