The San Francisco call., 1909-01-02
Drusilla' S Third Grandmother

tumble down house back some distance
from the station
It was the smallest house Drusilla
had ever been in-the very smallest.
There were only two rooms, and both
Of these had very low ceilings and
were not much larger than Drusilla's $
little hall bedroom at school 1t looked
as III the roof leaked, too, for in one
place the rafters showed through. the
plaster and there We're big stains on
the whitewashed walls But it was
very neat and bright. The lamp burned
cheerfully and an appetIzing smell of
fried potatoes greeted Drusilla as she
entered. She felt a little surprised that
her grandmother should have such a
small house and she wondered if she
could be so very poor, but there was no
doubt that she was a very pleasant
grandmother and Drusilla was quite
contented.
For supper there were apple sauce
and an egg for Drusiila besides the fried
potatoes. DrusiIIa also had a sugar
cake with a large raisin in ii. She
noticed that her grandmother had
neither an egg nor a raisin cake. but it
never occurred to her to ask why.
After supper Drusilla felt so very
tired and sleepy that she fell into a
doze while she was petting the great
gray cat, which was her grandmother's
and was awakened by a pleasant voice
in her ear saying that perhaps it would
be better for her 10 go to bed and talk
things over tomorrow. DrusiIla had
been wondering ali through supper
time where she WAS going to sleep.
for she had seen only one bed in the
small inner room, and that she had
supposed belong to- her grandmother.
They had talked very pleasantly about
her journey and the cat, etc, while
they were at supper, and her grand
mother had not asked her many ques-
tions. for she saw Drusilla was a little
shy and wanted to get acquainted in
her own way. once o. twice Drusilla
caught her looking at her peculiarly,
as If she was studying her grand
daughters appearance.
But she did not think much about it
and tumbled comfortably into the bed
which her grandmother said was to- be
hers. II sleep on the couch in the
other room" she explained Still, in
spite Of her sleepiness there was one
thing that lurked in the back of Dru-
silla's mind. How different her grand
mother looked from the photograph
which had reached them in London
three years ago. That lady had been
quite imposing, with a jewel at her
throat and her white hair piled high in
a
seemed much smaller and her soft hair
was arranged most simply. Still people
change very much often in three years.
and evidently her grandmother had also
grown poor in that time That would
account for her not looking so splendid.
The Sand Man refused to wait a minute
longer by the time Drusilla had con-
sidered the situation thus far, and in a
moment she was sound asleep.
However, IL all came back to her next
morning, when her grandmother came
to help her dress Drusilla's bag had
been unpacked and her toilet things
were spread out on the window sill.
Drusilla saw her grandmother gazing
curiously at the contents OF the bag.
1T doesn't seem much for whole
two weeks" laughed Drusilla. but my
trunks coming tomorrow. They had it
expressed to save bother
Her grandmother mad picked UP a
silver backed brush and was studying
the monogram. MY what pretty
thingsr' she said. who gave them to
you. my dear?"
My papa, explained Drusilla. "All
my initials are on them, D. L. D.. Dru-
silla Langworthy Dalton"
"Therew said Drusillas grandmother,
dropping the brush and growing per-
fectly white. Il suspected something
was wrong; yet I couldn't see how it
was possible. but II that's your name,
then I'm not your grandmother"
For goodness sake" cried Drusilla,
jumping out of bed and staring about
her wildly. Then, where is my grand
mother27
And where said the old lady. lis
my granddaughter -