She saw her husband looking eagerly from window to door, expecting to
see her; she saw the little child face turned excitedly from side to
side, exclaiming at the sight of the flowers, and sniffing in the
scent.

"Oh, granp, smell the 'warriors'!" she heard her cry in a perfectly
friendly voice. "You sniff hard and you'll smell them. Oh, my!"

"She's friends with him already, same as Lizzie was. I wish I knew
how to--" But her wish she only sighed, she did not put it into
words.

"Never mind the flowers now, little maid; here's granny inside
waiting for us." Then he put her down on her feet, and led her over
the threshold.

Patience, dabbing the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief,
stepped forward to meet them. "I'd begun to wonder what had become
of 'ee, father," she said. "I s'pose the train was late.
Well, dear," stooping to kiss her little grandchild, "how are you?
Have you got a kiss for granny?"

"Yes," Jessie nodded gravely, "and my face is very clean," she added,
as she put it up to be kissed. But she turned and slipped her hand
into her grandfather's again as soon as the kiss was given, for she
felt a little awed and shy with this granny, who seemed so much more
grown-up and stern than did the grandfather.

Her shyness did not last very long, though; by the time granny had