“So do I like it, too. Couldn’t nobody help loving me, ’cause I’m so nice? Why am I so fearful nice?”
“Because you are like your grandmother.”
“It was clever of my father to know when he found me in the cabbage that my name was Margaret. Are you sorry grandmother is dead?”
“I am glad your mother and father were so good to her and made her so happy.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes.”
“But when I am happy I laugh.”
“I am old, you see, and you are young.”
“I am nearly six. Did you love grandmother? Then why did you never come to see her? Did grandmother know you was here? Why not? Why didn’t I not know about you till after grandmother died?”
“I’ll tell you when you are big.”