She remembers things people said, and the funeral sermon, and the books being moved into the attic, and she remembers Grandmamma's quarrel with Dr.Brown.
She says she was sitting behind the parlour curtains with Mrs.
Trimmer's Roman History, and Grandmamma was sitting, looking very grave in her new black dress, with a pocket-handkerchief and book in her lap, and sherry and sponge biscuits on a tray on the piano, for visitors of condolence, when Dr.Brown came in, looking very grave too, and took off one of his black gloves and shook hands.

Then he took off the other, and put them both into his hat, and had a glass of sherry and a sponge biscuit, so Margery knew that he was a visitor of condolence.
Then he and Grandmamma talked a long time.

Margery does not know what about, for she was reading Mrs.Trimmer; but she thinks they were getting rather cross with each other.

Then they got up, and Dr.Brown looked into his hat, and took out his gloves, and Grandmamma wiped her eyes with her pocket-handkerchief, and said, "I hope I know how to submit, but it has been a heavy judgment, Dr.Brown." And Margery was just beginning to cry too, when Dr.Brown said, "A very heavy judgment indeed, Madam, for letting the cesspool leak into the well;" and it puzzled her so much that she stopped.
Then Grandmamma was very angry, and Dr.Brown was angry too, and then Grandmamma said, "I don't know another respectable practitioner, Dr.
Brown, who would have said what you have said this morning." And Dr.Brown brushed his hat the wrong way with his coat-sleeve, and said, "Too true, madam! We are not a body of reformers, with all our opportunities we're as bigoted as most priesthoods, but we count fewer missionary martyrs.

The sins, the negligences, and the ignorances of every age have gone on much the same as far as we have been concerned, though very few people keep family chaplains, and most folk have a family doctor." Then Grandmamma got very stiff, Margery says (she always is rather stiff), and said, "I am sorry, Dr.Brown, to hear you speak so ill of the members of an honourable profession, to which you yourself belong." And Dr.Brown found out that he had brushed his hat the wrong way, and he brushed it right, and said, "Not at all, Madam, not at all! I think we're a very decent set, for men with large public responsibilities, almost entirely shielded from the wholesome light of public criticism, who handle more lives than most Commanders, and are not called upon to publish our disasters or make returns of our losses.