"Oh, not much. He was called a handsome young fellow. Your eyes are like his, and he had such a brilliant color then," sighing a little and wondering if the hardships had made him old before his time.
"And—and his nose?" hesitatingly.
Barbe laughed. "It isn't short like grandad's. His mother was a handsome woman."
"It's queer," said the child reflectively, "that you can have so many grand relatives and only one father. And only one gran'mere. For Norry isn't real, is she, since she isn't father's mother. And how many wives can one have?"
"Only one at a time. It's quite a puzzle to little folks. It was to me."
Daffodil looked at her mother with wondering eyes and said thoughtfully, "Were you truly little like me? And did you like grandad? Did he take you out on his big horse?"
"We were living in Virginia then. Great-grandfather and great-grandmother were living there—she was alive then. And when she died gran'mere and gran came out here. I was about eight. And we didn't like it here. The children were so different."
"It is all very queer," said Dilly. "You are little, and then you grow, and—and you get married. Will I be married? Must you find some one——"
"Oh, Dilly, I think some one will find you;" and her mother laughed. "You will have to grow up and be—well, eighteen, I think, almost a dozen years before you need to think about it."
"I'm very glad," she said soberly.