"Here, grandma, by the window is your chair."
He lowered her to the red-velvet arm-chair, placing her cane gently alongside.
"So!"
She moved her sightless face from one to the other, interrogating each presence.
"Sadie?"
"Yes, grandma."
"How you holler, children! Everything ain't right?"
"Yes, grandma. Ma and Sadie and me been making plans. To-morrow night
Sadie goes with me to New York on my trip. A little pleasure trip."
The little face, littler with each year, broke into smile.
"So, little Sadie-sha, you got good times, not? A good husband and good times? New York! To New York she goes, Bertha?"