I can remember the patterns of some of my dresses as a _very_ little girl--I can remember words said and trifling things done fifty years ago better than little things that happened last month." "How queer!" said Molly.

"Shall we all be like that, grandmother dear, when we get old ?" Grandmother laid down her knitting and looked at the children with a soft smile on her face.
"Yes, dears, I suppose so.

It is the 'common lot.' I remember once asking _my_ grandmother a question very like that." "_Your_ grandmother!" exclaimed all the children--Molly adding, "Had _you_ ever a grandmother, grandmother dear ?" "Oh, Molly, how can you be so silly ?" said Ralph and Sylvia, together.
"I'm not silly," said Molly.

"It is you that are silly not to understand what I mean.

I am sure anybody might.