"Ah, grandpa's little cricket, where were you last evening?" he asked, sitting down and taking her on his knee.
It was his pet name for Vi, because she was so merry.
The fair face flushed, but putting her arms about his neck, her lips to his ear, "I was in mamma's dressing-room, grandpa," she whispered. "I was 'bliged to stay there, 'cause I'd been naughty and disobeyed mamma."
"Ah, I am sorry to hear that I but I hope you don't intend to disobey any more."
"No, indeed, grandpa."
"Are you considered good enough to go with us to-day?"
"Yes, grandpa, mamma says I was punished yesterday, and I don't be punished twice for the same thing."
"Mamma is quite right," he said, "and grandpa is very glad she allows you to go."
"I don't think I deserve it, grandpa, but she's such a dear, kind mamma."
"So she is, pet, and I hope you will always be a dear good daughter to her," said grandpa, holding the little face close to his.