"Well, then, when that grandpa was a boy, he said to his grandfather, 'Tell me a story, grandpapa,' and his grandfather replied—"
Jenny soon listened with a demure smile of attention.
"Do you like this story, dear?" said grandpapa, after pursuing the repetition for some minutes longer.
"I shall, grandpapa, darling. It must be very good when you come to the grandfather that told it. I like to think of all my grandfathers, and great, great, great, greater, greatest, great, great-grandpapas all telling the same story."
"Yes, it's a genuine family story, Jenny, and you're a little witch." The old gentleman kissed her. "Well, where was I? Oh, now I remember! And that grandpapa said to his grandfather, 'Tell me a story, grandpapa,' and his grandpapa replied, 'When I was a young fellow—'"
"Now it's beginning!" cried Jimmy, clapping his hands, and shifting to an easier attitude by the old man's easy-chair.
Grandpapa looked comically at Jimmy, and said, "His grandfather replied, 'When I was a young fellow—'"
The faces of the children became woful again.
"'One rainy day I took my revolver—'"