`Thanks, my love,' she said,
`Your own will be the sweeter,' and they slept.





THE GRANDMOTHER.





THE GRANDMOTHER.
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I.
And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little
Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like
a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-
wise,
Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my
advice.

II.
For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to
save,