"Hullo! Whose little girls are you?"
"We've just come here, and we're picking wood for Aunt Alice."
"Then you must be related to Mrs. Blair."
"She's our Granny."
He smiled upon them, and emboldened by his smile, Hope came out and confronted him.
"Is this your wood?"
"Yes. Do you know who I am?"
"The boy who always came for sweets to Granny's room," Charity said.
Sir George laughed delightedly.
"The very same; and I'm on my way to pay my respects to her. Do you think she has any sweets to give me now?"