“There’s the postman.”
“Your Father meant that to reach here before the telegram,” said Grandma.
“San Francisco is so far off,” said Mary Frances; “but, oh, Grandma, isn’t it too lovely! Will Mary Marie have light hair and blue eyes, or dark hair and brown eyes, I wonder?”
“San
Francisco
is so far
off”
“I wonder, too,” smiled Grandma.
“I know she’ll be pretty, for Mother has such superb taste, as Father says.”
“Yes, dear,” smiled Grandma.