“Why, yes, of course, grandma! You just said——”
“I know what I said! I wanted to tell you—to tell you——”
“Yes, grandma,” he said, and added indulgently, “Tell me anything you like to.”
“I wanted to tell you not to mind,” she went on. “You mustn’t mind anything that happens. I mean anything I have to do with.”
“No; of course,” he returned without any idea of what she might mean. “Of course I won’t. I won’t mind it.”
“You must be sure not to,” she insisted. “You won’t understand, but you mustn’t let it make you feel hurt with me. You mustn’t——”
“Of course I won’t. Why, I’d never dream of feelin’ hurt with you about anything in the world, grandma.”
“Listen, Dan. I’ve always liked you best since you were a little boy. If you don’t understand something that happens, you remember I said this, will you? What may happen is for your own good and to help you, though it may seem just the other way to you. Will you promise to remember?”
“Of course,” he returned promptly; but she was not satisfied.
“No; I want you to think what you’re saying. You speak too quickly to make me sure you’ll remember. Say it slower, Dan. Say, ‘I promise to remember.’ ”