At the first opportune moment he asked his mother: "Was Granny a little girl when she came to Stockholm?

But how anybody could get at my pocket, without my knowing it, is a mystery to me, unless Granny is a witch.

But she was a "winsome wee thing", and danced into everyone's heart; after "mamma", "granny" was the prime favorite, and my dear mother worshipped her first grand-daughter; never was prettier picture than the red-golden hair nestled against the white, the baby-grace contrasting with the worn stateliness of her tender nurse.