. The long ago. Grandmother Do you remember the day she lost her glasses?My, such a commotion! Everybody turned In tohunt for them. Grandmother tramped from one endof the house to the other—we all searched—upstairsand down—with no success. They werent in the big Bible (we turned theleaves carefully many times—it was the most likelyplace). They werent in either of her sewing bas-kets, nor in the cook-book in the kitchen. Grand-father said she could use one pair of his gold-bowedones—but shucks! She couldnt see with anythingexcept those old steel-bowed specs! . . And then, when she finally sat d
. The long ago. Grandmother Do you remember the day she lost her glasses?My, such a commotion! Everybody turned In tohunt for them. Grandmother tramped from one endof the house to the other—we all searched—upstairsand down—with no success. They werent in the big Bible (we turned theleaves carefully many times—it was the most likelyplace). They werent in either of her sewing bas-kets, nor in the cook-book in the kitchen. Grand-father said she could use one pair of his gold-bowedones—but shucks! She couldnt see with anythingexcept those old steel-bowed specs! . . And then, when she finally sat down and said for the fiftieth time: I wonder where those specs are! . and put the corner of her apron to her eyes—I happened to look up, and there they were—on the top of her head! Been there all the time. . And she enjoyed the joke as much as wedid—a joke that went around the little town andfollowed her through all the years within my mem-ory of her. Sometimes (as often as expedient), you
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