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Children and adults, even gray-haired grandpas and grandmas, love these tiny morsels of animation, with their quick, active, nervous movements, their simulations of fear and their sudden bursts of half-timorous confidence.
You can't tell me dogs don't know. Why, I've seen young folks so durned fussy about their grandmas and grandpas, trying to keep 'em from putterin' around, that the old folks just nacherally folded their hands and set down and died, havin' nothin' else to do.
There never was a man as mad as William Jones; mad with me, and mad with Aunt Maggie, to whom he sent a cruel message that he wa'n't marrying no grandmas, and that made Aunt Maggie mad; and then William Jones sat down and wrote me a letter to the general effect that whenever he met me my course in this life would be short.
They thought well enough of their masters. Everybody worked then hard as they could. The master he worked all time in the shop making things jess like he needed, boards and handles, plows and things. Missus, everybody worked hard dem days, both black and white, and that is the reason folks had plenty. The old grandmas done work whut suited them and helped out.
"No good guessing when it's a question of that youngster's performances. What was it?" "He said his 'Now I lay me, and asked blessings on you and me, and the grandpas and grandmas, and Auntie Kate, as usual. Then he stopped. 'What else? I reminded him. 'And, he finished with a rush, 'make-Bobby-a-good-boy-and-give-him-plenty-of-bread-'n-butter-'n apple-sauce!"
Then Harold asked, "What know you of Siegfried that you taunt me? What memory of him should vex me now?" "We know and we know," retorted Alfred. "There are some tales told us by our grandmas we have not forgot." So ever after that Alfred's words and Alfred's bitter smile haunted Harold by day and night. Harold's grandsire, Siegfried the Teuton, had been a man of cruel violence.
Elsie asked, caressing her in her turn. "Two grandmas!" Lulu said, with a slightly bewildered look, "and neither of you looking old enough. How will anybody know which I mean, if I call you both so?" "I think," said Mrs. Dinsmore, smiling, "it will have to be Grandma Rose and Grandma Elsie." "Yes," said Mrs. Travilla, "that will do nicely.
Did your grandpas and grandmas say, 'Humph! there isn't any such a person. My love to the good old people. I know they mean all right; but tell them they'll have to give it up now!" Everybody laughed and clapped; but Prudy whispered, "O, don't he look old all over? What has he done with his teeth?
For Grandma had seen to it that Sunny had his saucer pie grandmas are like that, you know. "Want a bite?" asked Sunny. But Jimmie, it seemed, had been eating apples all the afternoon and he did not care for apple pie. "Let me help," urged Sunny. "I can hold the fence up, Jimmie." "You can stay around and talk, if you want to," conceded Jimmie. "It's kind of lonesome working all alone.
Since, therefore, the myth-tellers recounted merely the wonderful stories which their own nurses and grandmas had told them, and had no intention of weaving subtle allegories or wrapping up a physical truth in mystic emblems, it follows that they were not bound to avoid incongruities or to preserve a philosophical symmetry in their narratives.
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