And he told Mother he supposed she'd go and hear him.
I couldn't make out whether he was joking or not.

(I never can tell when Grandfather's joking.) But Aunt Hattie took it right up in earnest, and said, "Pooh, pooh," she guessed not.

She could _see_ Madge going down to that hall to hear Dr.Anderson speak! And then a funny thing happened.

I looked at Mother, and I saw her head come up with a queer little jerk.
"Well, yes, I am thinking of going," she said, just as calm and cool as could be.

"When does he speak, Father ?" And when Aunt Hattie pooh-poohed some more, and asked how _could_ she do such a thing, Mother answered: "Because Charles Anderson is the father of my little girl, and I think she should hear him speak.