They lose a lot." Then Annie spoke.

"I shall not be an old maid, I think," said she.

"I am going to be married." "Married! Who is going to marry you?
I haven't seen a man in this house except the doctor and the minister for the last twenty years." "I am going to marry the minister, Mr.von Rosen." "Lord," said Annie's grandmother, and stared at her.

She was a queer looking old lady propped up on a flat pillow with her wicked book.
She had removed the front-piece which she wore by day and her face showed large and rosy between the frills of her night cap.

Her china blue eyes were exceedingly keen and bright.