Grandma recovered herself. “Thank fortune, I never chained my affections to a house and furniture and a bank-account.”
“Roger says you are the bravest woman he ever saw,” murmured Margaretta.
“Did he say that?” replied Grandma, with twinkling eyes.
“Yes, yes, dear Grandma,” said Margaretta, fondly, “and he told me to offer you all a home with us.”
The little old lady smiled again, and this time there was a dimple in her cheek. “What a dear grandson-in-law! What a good man!”
“He is just perfection,” said Margaretta, enthusiastically, “but, Grandma, darling, tell me your plans! I am just dying to know, and Berty has been so provoking.”
“Berty is the mainstay of the family now,” said Grandma, good-naturedly; “don’t abuse her.”
“The mainstay!” repeated Margaretta, with a bewildered air; “oh, yes, I see. You mean that the little annuity left her by our great-aunt, your sister, is all that you have to depend on.”
“Just those few hundred dollars,” said Grandma, tranquilly, “and a little more.”