His daughter Susan greeted the men with a little curtsy and kissed the girls upon the cheek.

Susan was not pretty, though she was strong and healthy; her laughing blue eyes assured a sunny disposition, and she numbered her suitors by the score.
The young people lost no time.

Soon the floor was covered with their whirling forms.
In one corner of the room sat a little dried-up old woman with white hair and bright dark eyes.

This was Grandma Watkins.

She was very old, so old that no one knew her age, but she was still vigorous enough to do her day's work with more pleasure than many a younger woman.