"And you are only a little girl, and men and boys are, as a rule, far stronger than women and girls," replied Violet. "But aside from that consideration it would be a dreadful thing for you to come to a collision; and I shall certainly do what I can to prevent it."
In pursuance of that end she presently went in search of her mother and grandfather.
She found them and Mrs. Dinsmore seated together on the lawn; the ladies busied with, their needlework, Mr. Dinsmore reading aloud.
As Violet approached, he paused, and laying the open book down on his knee, made room for her by his side.
"Don't let me interrupt you, grandpa," she said, accepting his mute invitation.
"Perhaps grandpa is ready to rest," remarked her mother; "he has been reading steadily for more than an hour."
"Yes; I am ready to hear what my little cricket has to say," he said, looking inquiringly at Violet.
"It will keep, grandpa," she answered lightly.
"No," he said, "let us have it now; I see something is causing you anxiety and you have come to ask counsel or help in some direction."
"Ah, grandpa," she responded, with a smile, "you were always good at reading faces;" then went on to repeat the conversation just held with Lulu.