Grannie was thinking. She gave a little sigh.
"What is it?" asked Rose.
"Osmond likes you very much, doesn't he?" asked the old lady.
"It isn't exactly liking. We understand each other. He is different from anybody."
"Yes."
"He understands me almost before I speak. It is comfortable to be with him."
"Yes. And the boy finds it comfortable to be with you."
"Oh, yes! It is because it is so exactly alike for us both. That is why we are so contented together."
"He will miss you when you are gone."
"Oh, but not as I shall miss him! He is so sure of things. He knows so well when the cord between us is holding. But I shall doubt. I shall want to hear his voice."