Pretty soon a lady came in—whom the children called Cousin Caroline, and said: "Oh! here is Stanny; why, where did you come from, little boy?"
"I come from Brooklyn. What you got your hat on for, Cousin Caroline? Say."
"Because I am going to see old Mrs. Badger, up the street."
"Are you? Which do you like best, Mrs. Badger, up the street, or grandmamma?"
"Why, Stanny! I like grandmamma a great deal the best."
"But, why for?" said Stanny.
"Why, because she is my aunt," said Cousin Caroline.
"Your aunt!" cried Stanny, in a tone of severe reproof. "Oh, Cousin Caroline, aren't you ashamed to call my grandma an ant! a little ugly black thing, crawling on the ground. She isn't an ant, now! she's a big grandma."
You may be sure that Cousin Caroline and grandma laughed at this long speech—and then Stanny and Bella laughed—and they all thought it was a very funny idea—to make a little black ant out of a big grandma.
The rest of the day Bella played she was the mother and Stanny the grandfather; and except he wanted to whip poor dolly very often, because he said she was naughty, they got along pretty well; and upon the whole they both had a very pleasant day.