"Where are you going?"
"To the post-office, and grandma doesn't want to be disturbed."
"Then you'd better go stand guard at the door."
"Oh, she can lock the door."
"I'm going to the post-office; I can take the letter."
"No."
"Give it to me, I say."
"I won't!"
"I saw the address; it shall never go."
"Grandma!" Emmie called, with all her might, holding the letter to her breast and backing up the steps. "Grandma!"