She climbed into her grandfather’s lap, and held his hand, while Miss Rose told it just like a fairy tale.
“Are we going to live in the house where all the vines are?” she asked, when Miss Rose was done.
“Yes, dear, you are.”
“And I can stay there always?”
“Yes, Clematis.”
“And will you be my grandpa always?”
She looked up at Mr. Brooks. He smiled and kissed her hot cheek.
“Yes, little maiden. You shall be my housekeeper, and we shall be as happy as robins in an apple tree.”
So Miss Rose went back to Boston, and told them all the story.
The children made her tell it over and over again. They said it was better than any fairy tale they had ever read.