"But don't you think he's cold?
Wouldn't he like a--a--shawl or something ?" The girl drew the old coat from her shoulders, and threw it over him, her grandmother watching her fearless handling of the horse with pride and awe.
"We're used to sharing this together," said the girl simply.
"Nan sews in an up-town dressmaker's place," explained Mrs.Brady by and by, when the wash was hung out in fearsome proximity to the weary horse's heels, and the two had returned to the warm kitchen to clean up and get supper.

"Nan's your ma's sister, you know, older'n her by two year; and Lizzie, that's her girl, she's about 's old 's you.

She's got a good place in the ten-cent store.

Nan's husband died four years ago, and her and me've been livin' together ever since.

It'll be nice fer you and Lizzie to be together.