"I heard about that cake," said Peggy, hastily.
"Who's Grandma?" Grandfather inquired, innocently. "I thought we only had grandmothers around our place."
"Grandma likes it better for me to call her that," Elizabeth answered, blushing.
"You needn't think you are getting out of telling us that story," Peggy cried, "tell us about the time you went courting Grandmummy."
"I don't remember nothing about it."
"Tell us about the time you took Eliza Perkins to the Harvest Dance," Elizabeth said, daringly.
"Well, apparently you know something about it already. Women do beat the Dutch, gossiping along about things that happened near fifty years ago as if 'twere yesterday."
"You needn't blame Grandma. I worm all her secrets out of her."
"I'll warrant you do. I calculated for her to remember that Harvest Dance as long as she lived. Did she tell you how she was dressed?"
"Was it a fancy dress party?"