Added to these reasons was the solid one that she really adored her granddaughter, and was immensely cheered by the very sight of the rosy, smiling countenance lifted to her sitting-room window in passing.

She, indeed, pretended to be there in order to get a good light for her new shell pattern, but she was watching for Ethel, and Ethel understood the shell-pattern fiction very well.

She had heard something similar often.
"My darling grandmother," she cried, "I thought you would never come home." "It wasn't my fault, dear.

Miss Hillis and an imbecile young doctor made me believe I had a cold.

I had no cold.