"I am afraid I don't understand you, dear little soul." "No, you do not.

You see, grandmother is in reality very good, almost too good to live, and thinking she is being a little wicked playing pinocle on Sunday when Aunt Harriet and Aunt Susan don't know it, sort of keeps her going.

I don't just know why myself, but I am sure of it.

Now the minute she was sure that you, who are the minister, did not object, she would not care a bit about pinocle and it would hurt her." Annie looked inconceivably young.

She knitted her candid brows and stared at him with round eyes of perplexity.