"Her name was Mary Ames."
"Mary Ames!" we exclaimed; "why, that is grandma's name."
"And she is grandma," he said, with a smile.
"What a beautiful story!" we cried, "and all about grandma."
"But you haven't told us about the vase yet," said Walter.
"Well, my boy," said grandpa, "Mr. Barr gave Mary an elegant set of china, such china as is rarely seen in these days; and he said to me, 'Farrington, I will give you a specimen of this new porcelain that I have been experimenting upon so much of late. I regard this as quite a success. We call it Nantgru.' And so I came by the vase, and on account of these associations I value it."
"Here comes father," said Walter. "Now I'll ask him to mend your vase," and away he ran to meet his father.
"Dear grandpa, how good you are!" said little Mary, standing very close to his chair. "I am so sorry that I broke your vase!"