of me, dear?"

"Yes'm," replied Marjorie, catching her breath, "I want to adopt you!"

"To adopt me! Why, dear child, what do you mean?"

"I want to adopt you for my grandma. You see, I haven't even one grandma
and some little girls have two. I don't think that's fair, do you?"

"No, really that doesn't seem fair," answered the old lady, her eyes
twinkling with amusement.

"I'm lonesome without a grandma, and I thought maybe you hadn't any
grand-children, or even if you had some, p'raps you wouldn't mind having
one more. So I came over to adopt you--that is--if you please!"

Quickly the twinkle left the old lady's eyes and she put her arm close
around Marjorie. "You dear child!" she exclaimed, "of course you can
adopt me. I haven't a grandchild in the whole world but even if there
were a dozen of them, I'd still have room in my heart for you!"




"We cannot be free from unkind words unless we are free from unkind
feelings."