Her arms rocked.
"Hurray!" cried Tommy, "they recognize me now! Don't be angry, Grizel," he begged her.

"You taught me, long ago, what was the right thing to say about babies, and how could I be sure it was you until I saw your arms rocking ?" "It was so like you," she said reproachfully, "to try to make me do it." "It was so unlike you," he replied craftily, "to let me succeed.

And, after all, Grizel, if I was horrid in the old days I always apologized." "Never!" she insisted.
"Well, then," said Tommy, handsomely, "I do so now"; and then they both laughed gaily, and I think Grizel was not sorry that there was a little of the boy who had been horrid left in Tommy--just enough to know him by.
"He'll be vain," her aged maid, Maggy Ann, said curiously to her that evening.

They were all curious about Tommy.
"I don't know that he is vain," Grizel replied guardedly.
"If he's no vain," Maggy Ann retorted, "he's the first son of Adam it could be said o'.

I jalouse it's his bit book." "He scarcely mentioned it." "Ay, then, it's his beard." Grizel was sure it was not that.
"Then it'll be the women," said Maggy Ann.
"Who knows!" said Grizel of the watchful eyes; but she smiled to herself.