When the time came for him to go, he clung so to his grandma that his father said:
"You need not go, Johnny, if you would rather stay."
"No," said Johnny, "I want to go; but why don't they have drandmas and fathers live in the same house?"
At last, he was all tucked in the sleigh, and grandpa had started.
"Stop! wait!" said Johnny, "I forgot something."
He jumped out of the sleigh, ran back to grandma, clasped his arms around her neck, and whispered in her ear:
"I'm sorry, drandma, 'cause I spilt the cream, and I'm awfil glad I didn't smash the bowl."