Granma was awful pleased for she had never had any jewelry.
She did all the chores and then was needing the loaves when she looked up and saw a tramp coming in and he was an awful villenus looking tramp.
He dident even pass the time of day but just set down on a chair.

Poor granma was awful fritened and she turned her back on him and went on needing the loaf cold and trembling--that is, granma was trembling not the loaf.

She was worried about the locket.

She didn't know how she could hide it for to get anywhere she would have to turn round and pass him.
All of a suddent she thought she would hide it in the bread.

She put her hand up and pulled it hard and quick and broke the fastening and needed it right into the loaf.