I'm glad things happened then,
for I can remember them."
"Didn't things happen afterward?" asked Marjorie, laughing.
"Not that I remember."
This afternoon was a pleasant change to Marjorie from housework and
study, and she remembered more than once that she was doing something to
help pay Hollis for the Holland plate.
"Where shall I begin?" began the dreamy, cracked voice, "as far back as I
can remember?"
"As far back as you can," said Marjorie, eagerly. "I like old stories
best."
"Maybe I'll get things mixed up with my mother and grandmother and not
know which is me."
"Rip Van Winkle thought his son was himself," laughed Marjorie, "but you
will think you are your grandmother."
"I think over the old times so, sitting here in the dark. Hepsie is no
hand to talk much, and Dennis, he's out most of the time, but bedtime
comes soon and I can go to sleep. I like to have Dennis come in, he never
snaps up his old mother as he does Hepsie and other folks. I don't like
to be in the dark and have it so still, a dog yapping is better than no
noise, at all. I say, 'Now I lay me' ever so many times a day to keep me
company."
"You ought to live at our house, we have noisy times; mother and I sing,
and father is always humming about his work. Mr. Holmes is quiet, but
Morris is so happy he sings and shouts all day."
"It used to be noisy enough once, too noisy, when the boys were all
making a racket together, and Will made noise enough this time he was
home.
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