CHAPTER II

GRANDMA HASTINGS


"Where are you going Mother?" asked Brother, when he saw the
rubbers.

"I'm not going out," smiled Mother. "You are going for me, dear.
These are your rubbers and coat--hop into them and run across the
street to Grandma's with this apron pattern."

"Will you bake my dough-man, Molly?" begged Brother, struggling
into his coat and taking the small parcel Mother gave him. "Is
Betty coming?"

"Not this time," answered his mother. "It is raining too hard.
Yes, Molly will bake your dough-man and you may eat him for lunch.
Run along now."

Grandmother Hastings lived almost directly across the street from
the Morrison house and she was putting her beautiful Boston fern
out to get the rain when Brother tramped sturdily up her side
garden path.

"Bless his heart, he's a regular little duck!" cried Grandma,
giving him a tremendous hug.

That is the way grandmothers are, you know, whether they live
across the street from you and see you every day, or whether they