"Well, the poor child needed it, I am sure. To think of our wild, heedless, tomboy Charlie settling into such a steady girl!"
"But Charlie always was good at heart. I've had six of the best and nicest grandchildren you could pick out anywhere, if I do say it myself."
Granny uttered the words with a good deal of pride.
"Yes," said Kit: "we'll be a what-is-it—crown to your old age."
Granny laughed merrily.
"Seven children!" appended Kit. "You forgot my fiddle."
"Eight children!" said Dot. "You forgot Hal's flowers."
Hal smiled at this.
"I may as well wash the dishes," exclaimed Dot presently. "I guess Charlie will stay out to tea."