The
old lady beamed. Quite evidently this was the sort of thing to which she
was accustomed.
At luncheon Rhodora had rather monopolized the conversation. At dinner
she found herself unable to do so. The Philosopher and the Skeptic were
too much occupied with Grandmother to be able to attend to Rhodora,
beyond lending a polite ear to her remarks now and then and immediately
afterward returning to the elderly guest. Grandmother was really a most
interesting talker when occasion required it of her, as it certainly did
now. We were all charmed with her clever way of putting things, her
shrewd observation, her knowledge of and interest in affairs in general.
After dinner the Philosopher escorted her out to her chair on the porch.
The Skeptic sat down beside the Gay Lady on a wide, wooden settle close
by, and both listened, smiling, to the discussion which had arisen
between Grandmother and the Philosopher. It was well worth listening to.
The Philosopher, while wholly deferential, held his ground staunchly,
but Grandmother worsted him in the end.
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