In the garden the chrysanthemums were covered with a fine show of buds, and Jessie looked at them eagerly to see if any would be out on the morrow, for the doctor had said that Mrs.Dawson might get up for a little while on Sunday and come down-stairs.
The news put them all in a great bustle.

Jessie felt that all her credit depended on everything, indoors and out, being just a little cleaner and trimmer and more orderly than if her grandmother had been about herself.

Things had to be got from Norton too, so grandfather took the train thither to do the shopping, and Jessie was left to sweep and scrub and polish to her heart's content.

She and granp were up early on that important morning--indeed, there was little likelihood of any one's oversleeping on that day, and so well did they work that by the time Jessie went up to know what her grandmother would like for dinner, the greater part of their tasks were done and grandfather had already started for Norton.
"I don't want anything but a cup of tea and a piece of toast now," said her grandmother in answer to Jessie's question.
"Won't you have some of the jelly Miss Barley brought you ?" "No, child.

I feel much more inclined for a cup of tea.