Grandmother Dear

Grandmother Dear, by Mrs.
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Title: Grandmother Dear A Book for Boys and Girls
Author: Mrs. Molesworth

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GRANDMOTHER DEAR
A Book for Boys and Girls
by
MRS. MOLESWORTH
Author of 'Carrots,' 'Cuckoo Clock,' 'Tell Me a Story'
Illustrated by Walter Crane

MacMillan and Co., Limited St. Martin's Street, London 1932 First
Edition November 1878. Reprinted December 1878 September and
December 1882, 1886 1887, 1889, 1892, 1895, 1897, 1899, 1900, 1902,
1904, 1906, 1909, 1911 1918, 1920, 1932
Printed in Great Britain by R. & R. Clark, Limited, Edinburgh

[Illustration: 'I HOPE IT ISN'T HAUNTED.']

TO
OUR 'GRANDMOTHER DEAR,'
A. J. S.
Maison Du Chanoine, October 1878.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
Making Friends
CHAPTER II.
Lost in the Louvre
CHAPTER III.
"Where is Sylvia?"
CHAPTER IV.
The Six Pinless Brooches
CHAPTER V.
Molly's Plan
CHAPTER VI.
The Apple-Tree of Stéfanos
CHAPTER VII.
Grandmother's Grandmother
CHAPTER VIII.
Grandmother's Story (Continued)
CHAPTER IX.

Ralph's Confidence
CHAPTER X.
"That Cad Sawyer"
CHAPTER XI.
"That Cad Sawyer"--
Part II.

CHAPTER XII.
A Christmas Adventure
CHAPTER XIII.
A Christmas Adventure--
Part II.

CHAPTER XIV.
How this Book came to be written

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Sylvia lost in the Louvre
"Whose Drawer is this?"

Under the Apple-Tree
"Zwanzig--Twenty Schelling, that Cup"
In the Coppice
"Good-Bye again, my Boy, and God bless you!"
"I hope it isn't Haunted"
CHAPTER I.
MAKING FRIENDS.
"Good onset bodes good end." SPENSER.
"Well?" said Ralph.
"Well?" said Sylvia.
"Well?" said Molly.
Then they all three stood and looked at each other. Each had his or her
own opinion on the subject which was uppermost in their minds, but
each was equally reluctant to express it, till that of the others had been
got at. So each of the three said "Well?" to the other two, and stood
waiting, as if they were playing the old game of "Who speaks first?" It
got tiresome, however, after a bit, and Molly, whose patience was the
most quickly exhausted, at last threw caution and dignity to the winds.
"Well," she began, but the "well" this time had quite a different tone
from the last; "well," she repeated emphatically, "I'm the youngest, and
I suppose you'll say I shouldn't give my opinion first, but I just will, for
all that. And my opinion is, that she's just as nice as she can be."
"And I think so too," said Sylvia, "Don't you, Ralph?"
"I?" said Ralph loftily, "you forget. I have seen her before."

"Yes, but not to remember," said Sylvia and Molly at once. "You might
just as well never have seen her before as far as that goes. But isn't she
nice?"
"Ye-es," said Ralph. "I don't think she's bad for a grandmother."
"'For a grandmother!'" cried Molly indignantly. "What do you mean,
Ralph? What can be nicer than a nice grandmother?"
"But suppose she wasn't nice? she needn't be, you know. There are
grandmothers and grandmothers," persisted Ralph.
"Of course I know that," said Molly. "You don't suppose I thought our
grandmother was everybody's grandmother, you silly boy. What I say is
she's just like a real grandmother--not like Nora Leslie's, who is always
scolding Nora's mother for spoiling her children, and wears such grand,
quite young lady dresses, and has black hair," with an accent of
profound disgust, "not nice, beautiful, soft, silver hair, like our
grandmother's. Now, isn't it true, Sylvia, isn't our grandmother just like
a real one?"
Sylvia smiled. "Yes, exactly," she replied. "She would almost do for a
fairy godmother, if only she had a stick with a gold knob."
"Only perhaps she'd beat us with it," said Ralph.
"Oh no, not beat us," cried Molly, dancing about. "It would be worse
than that. If we were naughty she'd point it at us, and then we'd all three
turn into toads, or frogs, or white mice. Oh, just fancy! I am so glad she
hasn't got a gold-headed stick."
"Children," said a voice at the door, which made them all jump, though
it was such a kind, cheery voice. "Aren't you ready for tea? I'm glad to