Late in the afternoon
Grandmother awoke much refreshed, and found the Gay Lady sitting by the
window, keeping guard.
"It does one's eyes good to look at you, my dear," were Grandmother's
first words, after she had lain for some time quietly observing the
figure by the window, freshly dressed in white. The Gay Lady got up and
came over to the couch and bent down, smiling.
* * * * *
Just in time for a late dinner our men came home, sunburned and hungry.
Seeing guests upon the porch they made for their rooms, and reappeared
presently in that irreproachable trim which the dustiest and most
disreputable-looking of them seems able to achieve, being given plenty
of water, in the twinkling of an eye.
They were presented to Grandmother. At almost the same moment we were
summoned to dinner. The Skeptic gave the old lady his arm. The
Philosopher picked up her black silk bag from the porch floor, and
followed with it dangling from his hand. Just as she reached the table
she dropped her handkerchief, and the Lad sprang for it as a retriever
springs for a stick, and handed it to her with his best boyish bow.
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