"Poor papa!" they said.
"But some day," said grandmother, "some day I hope, when you three are older, that Alderwood will again be a happy home for your father.

It is what your mother would have wished, I know." "Well then, you and aunty must come to live with us there.

You must.
Promise now, grandmother dear," said Molly.
Grandmother smiled, but shook her head gently.
"Grandmother will be a _very_ old woman by then, my darling," she said, "and perhaps----" Molly pressed her little fat hand over grandmother's mouth.
"I know what you're going to say, but you're _not_ to say it," she said.
"And _every_ night, grandmother dear, I ask in my prayers for you to live to be a hundred." Grandmother smiled again.
"Do you, my darling ?" she said.

"But remember, whatever we _ask_, God knows best what to _answer_.".