CHAPTER X.
GRANDMA'S OLD TIMES.
Grandma Read was in her own room, sitting before a bright "clean" fire.
She did not like coal; she said it made too much dust; so she always used wood.

She sat with her knitting in her hands, clicking the needles merrily while she looked into the coals.
People can see a great many things in coals.

Just now she saw the face of her dear husband, who had long ago been buried out of her sight.

He had a broad-brimmed hat on his head, and there was a twinkle in his eye, for he had been a funny man, and very fond of a joke.

Grandma smiled as if she could almost hear him tell one of his droll stories.
Presently there was a little tap at the door.