New Britain herald., 1923-06-19
The R0mhshell- Remark Junior Threw Ai Ills nranhmniheT

am extremely fond Of my neither
 m-laN, hut there are times when |
 have ta exercise all my self-eontFol
 ts remember that she is an old wamr
 sn, moi well and entitled ta defereRce
 l,seause my husband l. her son, For
 never n my fife, have l known
 woman sa nladdenlnsly antoeraile as
 she is When-in her own expressive
 1T ancient parlanee-"her fur has been
 rubbed inc wrong way"
 That l nnrnnseiansly must have
 employed an unusually stilf brush
 upon the present occasion, l realized
 when 1 saw the grim forhidding look
 with which she protested my taking Junior in my arms because she iancied- or pretended to-that I had a cold,
 IT it had been an ordinary occasion l might have humnred her, although I knew that l was in perfect health, and I already had taken all the pre- cautions against possible infection. rom the city which she had pre- serihed upon my unexpected arrival at the farmhouse,
 But had not seen my little lad for many weary days and the sight of his grieved little face as he looked at me with wondering eyes. steeled my resolution. I walked steadily toward my mother.in.law. and stoopine, swept my small son into my arms,
 For a second l thought I would be engaged in n miniature tug f-war. because. at my touch of the child. her arms frightened around him. But the next instant she released him, Her face. however, was black with anger AS she confronted me.
 "Ill take the responsibility, Moth i er." said, placatingly. but firmly | before she could speak. '1 haven't | the sign of a cold. and I took the further precaution of spraying my nose and throat before came down."
 Mother Graham Is Fearful
 T have nothing whatever to say" she replied. with the awful dignity which is hers when she is mortslly offended. But please to remember that whatever consequences there are. are entirely upon your own head. have done only my duty in warning you I could not have it upon my conscience to do less. even though I am only the child's grandmother, good enough to leave him with while his parents are gallivanting around the country. but not good enough to have anything to say when his life is endangered by foolish mothers stubbornness.
 Having thus amiably demonstrated her intention of keeping silence, she put the familiar handkerchief to her eyes, while I resigned myself to the Z flood of tears which I knew would { follow. Junior. having covered my { face with moist kisses during his grandmother's harangue. now looked at her curouslys.
 "Granzie don't feel bad when she cries. he announced at last, with f little air of flnaiity. She's 8 just mad cause she can't have her c own way
 "Who Said That?"
 I stared at him in horror. With babyish memory he had re- I peated coloquy in which Dicky and [ I had indulged not long before when I Mother Graham was in one of her a most trying tantrums. I remembered now, scoring myself for undertaking the size of my little pitchers ears, Junior had been building block house while Dicky and I were talking, Y and that apparently he had been ut- y .erly oblivious to everything else save . his play. Yet he had remembered .. and reproduced a sentence of Dicky's with almost his fathers very intona- ion.
 Mother Graham dropped the hand o xerchief and glared at the child. ',
 Who said that. Richard Second?" F he asked imperiously.
 Junior looked at her with an air of detached deliberation, while hold ny breath. al Said what?" he finally queried, a md I realized with great sigh of re- S, ief that the bomb he had thrown vas wholly exploded as far as he was oncerned. Unless the sentence he lad uttered was repeated to him, rs nd he was quizzed about its source, Gt e could give no further information ST oncerning it. ia This quizzing I knew his grand W