And they all gather around grandma, and exclaim, and try to help her wake them up softly and lift the sweet dears from their crib.
There they are now, looking out of the window, happy as two queens.
Every morning they lift up their faces and smile as soon as the sun rises in the east over the sea. And when grandma comes and sprinkles them all over with clean, cool water, they smile and say, "Thank you!" as well as they can.
They make grandma very happy; more happy than if the children had sent her a piano or silk dress.
Can't you send your grandma, or somebody's grandma a rose, or something?
["CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER CASES."]
"I'LL just go down by the lake, mamma, and wait until you are ready."
"But, Rollo, remember you are dressed in white, and it soils very easily; don't go where you will get any stains."
"I won't, mamma, I'll be ever so careful."
This was the talk they had as Rollo, in his newest white suit, and brilliant red stockings and fresh sailor hat, kissed his hand to his mother and tripped out of the gate. Ten minutes more and he expected to be oft to the park to hear the lovely music, and see the swans and the monkeys.