.MTM5OA.MTIwODE2

tell us how generous and how dashing he used to be and what amusing ways he found for saying things. I gave him everything I made in school and one day something happened which made a deep impression upon me. We were driving home to the country in the automobile ^one late afternoon and as we came to the city house with the long stone steps where Grandfather and Grandmother lived, with Bertha and Augusta to cook the meals and answer the door, crossed out: they Mother decided that I should run up and say good night to Grandfather to whom I had just given the book about Whittier which I had made in school. He was in his usual place ^in the rocker by the window. The lamps had not been lighted and his beard and hair were white against the wall in shadow. I stopped in the doorway for fear of startling him. "Grandfather, we just stopped a moment on our way home, so that I could say good-night to you." He did not motion to me to climb up on his knee, as he usually did; instead, he rose slowly to his feet and thanked