“Oh! oh! oh!” exclaimed Margaretta. “They know how you love us. They want you to keep up a home for us. They will support you.”
“Exactly,” said Grandma.
“And will you take all that money?”
“No, child, not all; some of it, though. I have helped them. I will do it again, if I can.”
“Isn’t that lovely!” cried Margaretta. “It is almost worth while being unfortunate to call out such goodness as that. Now, Grandma, dear, let us talk seriously. You will have to give up this house.”
“It is given up. My lawyer was here this morning.”
“Roger is coming this evening to see you—will you sell all the furniture?”
“I shall have to.”
“Oh, dear! Well, you won’t need it with us.”
“We cannot go to you, Margaretta,” said Grandma, quietly.