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Updated: May 12, 2025
Grannie's step came into the kitchen, and Pete's loud voice drooped to a whisper. "How's herself this morning, mother?" "Sleeping quiet and nice when I came downstairs," said Grannie. "Will I be seeing her myself to-day, think you?" asked Pete. "I don't know in the world, but I'll ask," answered Grannie. "You're an angel, Grannie," said Pete, "a reg'lar ould archangel."
Up above, under the sloping thatch was the great solie or loft, entered from the outside through the door-window in the gable by means of a short wooden ladder. Grannie's dower rights, when Tom's grandfather died, had obtained for her the two rooms constituting one-third of the house on the south side of the kitchen, and certain rights of use of the kitchen itself.
It had a little band of brown ribbon round it, which ended neatly in a pair of strings; these were tied under Grannie's chin. Instead of her black cashmere shawl she wore one of very rough material and texture, and of a sort of zebra pattern, which she had picked up cheap many and many years ago from a traveling peddler.
What I am to du wantin' her! 'What for dinna ye get yer ain back? 'I haena the siller, man. And, forbye, I doobt I wadna be that sair content wi' her noo gin I had her. I used to think her gran'. But I'm clean oot o' conceit o' her. That bonnie leddy's ta'en 't clean oot o' me. 'But ye canna hae her aye, ye ken, Sanders. She's no mine. She's my grannie's, ye ken.
Grannie's views of her grand-daughter-in-law had never altered from the first moment she set eyes on her. When Mrs. Tom came in to hear herself talk, one afternoon when Tom was away fishing, the old lady simply sat and stared at her from the depths of her big black sun-bonnet, and never opened her lips or gave any sign of interest or hearing. "Is she deaf?" asked Mrs. Tom after a while.
He went out immediately after breakfast, and began peering about the ruins to see where the second room might be. To his delight he saw that, with a little contrivance, it could be built on the other side of the wall of Hector's room. He had plenty of money for it, his grannie's legacy not being yet touched.
What my uncle did say was 'I hardly know. But grannie's gone to heaven anyhow. 'I'm so glad! I said. 'She will be more comfortable there. She was too old, you know, uncle. He made no reply. My aunt's apron was covering her face, and when she took it away, I observed that those eager almost angry eyes were red with weeping.
At length I heard Nannie's pattens clatter out of the kitchen to a small outhouse where she pared the potatoes. I instantly descended, crossed the kitchen, and went up the winding stone stair. I opened grannie's door, and went in. She was seated in her usual place. Never till now had I felt how old she was.
My notions of locality were not then sufficiently developed to let me know that grannie's room was on the other side of that closet. I almost let the creature, for as such I regarded it, drop. I was not to be deterred, however. I bore it carefully to the light, and set it gently on the window sill, full in view of the distant trees towards the west.
She looked straight out of the window, and avoided meeting Grannie's clear blue eyes. "I must get something to do," said Alison. "I am young, and strong, and capable, and the fact of having a false charge laid to my door can't mean surely that I am to starve. I must get work, Grannie; I must learn to support myself and the children.
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