St Nicholas [serial] . kthe inkstand, stuck his pen up over his ear, andcalled out: Come in, Pussy. Push hard ; the door is notfastened. I m sorry to sturb you. Uncle Ned, beganthe small lady, while she climbed up into his lapand threw Hitty on the table, but you mustescuse me, cause I dot a very portant twestion. Let us have it, little one. Can anybody boow a dranma ? Borrow a grandma ! Thats a new idea ! You shouldnt ought to laugh at me, UncleNed, for I want oneweal bad for Fanks-divin. The tears came intoUncle Neds eyes, forhe was the youngestson of the grandmotherSophie mourned, andthe pa
St Nicholas [serial] . kthe inkstand, stuck his pen up over his ear, andcalled out: Come in, Pussy. Push hard ; the door is notfastened. I m sorry to sturb you. Uncle Ned, beganthe small lady, while she climbed up into his lapand threw Hitty on the table, but you mustescuse me, cause I dot a very portant twestion. Let us have it, little one. Can anybody boow a dranma ? Borrow a grandma ! Thats a new idea ! You shouldnt ought to laugh at me, UncleNed, for I want oneweal bad for Fanks-divin. The tears came intoUncle Neds eyes, forhe was the youngestson of the grandmotherSophie mourned, andthe pain of loss had nothad time to soften. Heheld her quite still fora little, and then said,softly: A- sad Thanksgiv-ing we shall have thisyear, my pet, and theonly way to make it alittle less sorrowful willbe to try and makeothers happy. Thatwas always grandmas, way. I rather like your ideaafter all. Your own dear grandmother is beyondthe tokens of love and gratitude we fain wouldset before her, and why should we not make. IT S DICULOUS TO SEE EMTOGETHER (SEE NEXT PAGE). 40 BORROWING A GRANDMOTHER. [November some other childs grandmother happy to-morrow ?Whose shall it be? ? Let me see. Fanny Turner s one. Her dran-ma lives in a splendid drate house, and she s dotlots o money and servants and everyfing she dess we dont want her. Mrs. Allen—ats two ;but she s dot lots o dranchildren wivout us. Ohmy! you could nt count em. If ey should allcome at once, ey d fill her little teenty tawntyhouse wunning over full. Not any woom for wefolks, nless t was in e door-yard. Sophie stopped and thought a moment. Oh, I know ! she exclaimed at last, the funnygravity of the small features chased away by a sud-den smile which lit up all the dimples. MamieHall! she s dest e one. She lives all alone wa-iter dranma down by e bridge. Ey re dweadfulpoor, and Mrs. Hall works for e rich folks andleaves Mamie all alone amost every day ; but she sdood, and Mamie s dood too, and her house is bigenou
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