There was an answering sob from the
chair where Maddy knelt, and after the devotions were ended she wound
her arm around her grandfather's neck, and parting his silvery locks,
said to him, earnestly;
"Grandpa, do you think I could ever be ashamed of you and grandma?"
"I hope not, darling; it would break our hearts; but finery and things
is mighty apt to set folks up, and after you've walked a spell on them
velvet carpets, you'll no doubt think your feet make a big noise on
our bare kitchen floor."
"That may be, but I shan't be ashamed of you. No, not if I were Mrs.
Guy Remington herself." And Maddy emphasized her words with a kiss, as
she thought how nice it would be provided she were a widow, to be Mrs.
Guy Remington, and have her grandparents live at Aikenside with her.
"But, pshaw! I'll never be Mrs. anybody; and if I am, I'll have to
have a husband, which would be such a bother!" was her next mental
comment, as, leaving her grandfather, she went to help her grandmother
with the breakfast dishes, wondering when she would wipe those blue
cups again, and how she should probably feel when she did.
Quickly the morning passed, and just as the clock struck two the
doctor's buggy appeared over the hill.
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