When she came in, before she could lay off her pretty hat: "You've heard it!" cried the excited grandam.

she knows already?" In her hiding Flora's intent face faintly smiled a malevolence that would have startled even the grandam who still killed time out among the roses with her juniors.

Thy meagre love-tale, bumpkin, though shouldst tell Thy grandam as she wakes up ere 'tis light.