"He did not live long after, and then you know, my dear, your father was sent to us to take care of.

And now he has sent _you_--the third generation of young creatures confided to our care." "Yes," said Griselda.

"My grandmother died in the summer, when all the flowers were out; and she was buried in a pretty country place, wasn't she ?" "Yes," said Miss Grizzel, looking rather bewildered.
"And when she was a little girl she lived with her grandfather, the old Dutch mechanic," continued Griselda, unconsciously using the very words she had heard in her vision.

"He was a nice old man; and how clever of him to have made the cuckoo clock, and such lots of other pretty, wonderful things.

I don't wonder little Sybilla loved him; he was so good to her.