CHAPTER V
TROLLEY GOES VISITING
“Grandpa tell me about the Graysons please.”
Dr. Barrows hesitated, for it was to him a sad story. He and Caro sat together on the wide hall sofa watching the wood fire that had been started for the first time that afternoon. Close to the hearth Trolley lay at full length washing one of his front paws with a professional air.
“I am dreadfully afraid it is going to rain,” Caro said.
“Why my dear it is as clear as clear can be!” her grandfather exclaimed.
“It is sure to if Trolley washes behind his ears,” she answered wisely, “But do tell me please about the Graysons.”
So, as he did not like to refuse anything to that curly head now leaning against his shoulder, her grandfather told her about the handsome Miss Elizabeth who when only a girl had taken charge of her father’s house and given a mother’s care to her young brother and sister.
“What were their names?” asked Caro.
“Walter and Annette.”