"Your Gran; that's what your mother said."
"Oh, no, she didn't," contradicted Peletiah; "we are going to Grandma
Bascom's."
"Well, that's the same thing," said Rachel; "she's your Gran, isn't she?"
"She's Grandma Bascom," repeated Peletiah stolidly.
"Oh, dear me! of course! But she's your Gran, isn't she?"—her tongue fairly aching to call him "ninny" again.
"No, she isn't; she isn't any one's Gran—she's just Grandma Bascom."
"Oh!" said Rachel. Perhaps it wasn't so very bad as she feared. She would wait and see.
"She's dreadfully deaf," remarked Peletiah.
"What's that?"
"She can't hear unless you scream."