News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1922-06-07

Four O'Clock Monday Afternoon, and
There Was Grandpa Desmond to
Meet Us.
there was Grandpa Desmond to meet
us. He's lovely-tall and dignitied,
with grayish hair and merry eyes like
Mothers, only his are behind glasses.
At the station he just kissed Mother
and me and said he was glad to see us,
and led us to the place where Peter
was waiting with the car. Peter
! drives Grandpa's automobile, and he's,
! lovely, tOo.)
| Mother and Grandpa talked very
: fast and very lively all the way home,
] and Mother laughed quite a lot. But
! in the hall she cried a little, and
j Grandpa( patted her shoulder, and said,
"There, there and told her how glad
he was to get his little girl back, and
that they were going TO be very happy
now and forget the past And Mother
said, yes, yes, indeed,' she knew she
was and she was so glad to be there,
and tl,at everything was going to be
just the same, wasn't it? Only-then
all of a sudden she looked over at me
and began to cry again-only, of
course things couldn't be lust the
same" she choked, hurrying over to
Inc and putting both arms around me,
and crying harder than ever.
Then Grandpa came and Rugged US
nd nd cot
there!" and pulled off his glasses and
wiped them very fast and very hard.
But it wasn't only minute or two
before Mother was laughing again, and
saying, Nonsense y and The idea"
and this was a pretty way to introduce
her little Marie to her new home
Then she hurried me to the dearest
little room l ever saw, right out Of
hers, and took off my things. Then
we went all over the house. And it's
just as lovely as can be-not at all
like Fathers in Andersonville.
Oh, Fathers is fine and big and
handsome, and all that, of course F; but
not like this. His is just a nice place
to eat and sleep in, and go to when 1t
rains. But this-this you just want |
to live In all the time. Here there are |
curtains way up and sunshine, and !
flowers in pots, and magazines, and .
coy hooks with cushions everywhere;
and books that you've just been read
ing laid down. (All Fathers books
are in bookcases, always, except while
ones in your hands being read.)
Grandpa's other daughter, Mothers
sister, Hattie, lives here and keeps
house for Grandpa. She has a little
boy named Lester, six years old; and
her husband is dead. They were away
for what they called a weekend when
we came, but they got here a little
after we did Monday afternoon; and
they're lovely, too.
The house is a neutrality-suspicious.
one with a back and front, but no
sides except the one snug up to you on
the right and left. And there isn't any
yard except a little bit of a square
brick one at the back where they have
clothes and ash barrels, and a little
grass spot in front at one side of the
steps, not big enough for ouB old cat
to take a nap in, hardly. But it's per
fectly lovely inside; and it's the In
sides Of houses that really count, just
as 1t is the insides of people-their
hearts, l mean; whether they're good
and kind or hateful and disagreeable.
We have dinner at night here, and
I've been to the theater twice already
N the afternoon. I've got to go to
school next week, Mother says, but
70 far I've just been having a good
line. And SOS Mother. Honestly, 1t
has Just seemed as if Mother couldn't
.rowd the days full enough. She hasn't
,een still a minute.
Lots of her old friends have been to
zee her; and when there hasn't been
anybody else around she's taken Peter
md had him drive US all over Boston
o see things-all kinds of things;
Bunker hill and museums, and moving
lectures, and one play.
But we didn't stay at the play. II
tarted out all right but pretty soon a
nan and a woman on the stage began g
o Quarrel Thew were married (nOt