I am quite ashamed of you.

Don't mind her, grandmother.

She just talks as if she had no sense sometimes.

How _can_ you, Molly ?" she went on, turning again to her sister, "how _can_ you talk about dear grandmother dying?
_Dear_ grandmother, and you pretend to love her." Molly's big blue eyes opened wide with astonishment, then gradually they grew misty, and great tears welled up to their surface.
"I don't _pretend_--I _do_ love her," she said.

"And I don't _want_ you to die, grandmother dear, do I?
only we all must die some time.