"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?"