The doctor looked thoughtfully out at the leaf-covered lawn; it was going to be a perfect fall day. "Yes," he said, "she did, more than once—bless her—in the most reprehensible way."
"The way of a grandmother the world over," Mrs. Cory commented softly.
"And upon my word I don't believe it did me any harm!" the doctor went through to the foot of the stairs. "O Pat!" he called.
Patricia came promptly, bravely blinking back the tears.
"You mustn't lay it up against me, Pat," the doctor said; "it's all your grandmother's doing. She simply insists on taking you to that circus today."
"Daddy!" Patricia's arms were about his neck instantly; "Daddy, I will try—ever 'n' ever so hard! You'll see!"
The doctor laughed. "Wish I were going too, Pat. In my young days it was after the circus that one appreciated most the advantages of owning a grandmother."
"Where is grandmother, Daddy?"
"In the office."
Patricia flew to the office. "Oh," she cried, her arms around her grandmother's neck this time, "you're the very grandmotheriest grandmother that ever could be!"