And immediately after tea it is always time for us to go to bed.

It is eight o'clock now, oh grandmother, _do_ finish the story to-night." "And why cannot my little girl ask it without all those shakes and 'bothers ?'" said grandmother.

She spoke very gently, but Molly looked considerably ashamed.
"Yes, grandmother dear," she replied meekly.

Then she got up from the rug and stood by aunty patiently, while she poured out the tea, first "grandmothering" each cup to keep it from slipping about, then warming them with a little hot water, then putting in the beautiful yellow cream, the sugar, and the nice rich brown tea, all in the particular way grandmother liked it done.

And during the process, Molly did not once wriggle or twist with impatience, so that when she carried grandmother's tea to her, very carefully and steadily, without a drop spilling over into the saucer in the way grandmother disliked to see, she got a kiss by way of reward, and what was still better perhaps, grandmother looked up and said, "That's _my_ good little woman.