So the two little sisters came round to say good-night.
"Good night, grandmother dear," said Molly, in a voice which tried hard to be brisk as usual through the sleepiness.
Grandmother laid her hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes.

Molly had nice eyes when you looked at them closely: they were honest and candid, though of too pale a blue to show at first sight the expression they really contained.

Just now too, they were blinking and winking a little.

Still grandmother must have been able to read in them what she wanted, for her face looked satisfied when she withdrew her gaze.
"So I am _really_ to be 'grandmother dear,' to you, my dear funny little girl ?" she said.
"Of course, grandmother dear.

Really, _really_ I mean," said Molly, laughing at herself.