"Why, it might be five and twenty years ago, and Thomas be bringing in Lizzie herself!" she gasped.

Her face flushed, tears suddenly brimmed over and down her cheeks.

She longed to run down the garden and take the little child in her arms and hold her to her heart, but a sudden shyness came over her and held her fast.

She could only stand there and watch them and wait.
She saw her husband looking eagerly from window to door, expecting to see her; she saw the little child face turned excitedly from side to side, exclaiming at the sight of the flowers, and sniffing in the scent.
"Oh, granp, smell the 'warriors'!" she heard her cry in a perfectly friendly voice.

"You sniff hard and you'll smell them.