"Yes, of course it is; but I think I like the New Testament best, for it is all about Jesus, you see. I have the Bible that used to belong to mother. Father gave it to me as soon as I could read. My mother is dead, you know; she died soon after I was born."
"How long since was that?"
"Eight years ago."
"Ah, then you are not quite so old as our Bessie, but very nearly."
"Are Nellie and Bessie your grandchildren?"
"Yes. They call me 'Granfer,'" the old man explained, smiling.
"Do they? What a funny name, but I think I like it! I don't believe I've got a grandfather; I wish I had," Una said thoughtfully and regretfully. "I suppose you love Nellie and Bessie very much, don't you?" she added.
"Certainly; they are both of them good children. You have already made their acquaintance, I hear?"
"Yes, and I should like so much to be friends with them if they will let me. Do you think their mother will let them come to Coombe Villa sometimes?" she asked, glancing at Mrs. Maple, who was by that time deep in conversation with Nanny.
"I have no doubt that she will. I hope your father will like this neighbourhood. I suppose he is a Londoner?"