she couldn't, so she knocked
with her lit-tle knuck-les. A
ver-y thin, low voice said, "Lift
the latch and come right in!"
Ros-a-bel did, and there was a
poor old grand-moth-er right in
bed, just like the stor-y!
"O, have you any-thing to eat
in that bask-et?" said the voice.
"I have sprained my an-kle