I'd be tickled to pieces, David." "Then I'll never dare do it," said the Harvester, "because I can't keep house without you." "Where's your own woman ?" promptly inquired Granny.
"She can't leave her people.

Her grandmother is sick." "Grandmother your foot!" cried the old woman.

"I've been hearing that song and dance from the neighbours, but you got to fool younger people than me on it, David.

When did any grandmother ever part a pair of youngsters jest married, for months at a clip?
I'd like to cast my eyes on that grandmother.

She's a new breed! I was as good a mother as 'twas in my skin to be, and I'd like to see a child of mine do it for me; and as for my grandchildren, it hustles some of them to re-cog-nize me passing on the big road, 'specially if it's Peter's girl with a town beau." The Harvester laughed.