If they thought of it at all, they supposed their dear father and mother, and their serene Grandmamma Read, would always live, and be exactly as they were now; that their home would continue beautiful and bright, and there would be "good times" in it as long as the world stands.
"Dotty Dimple At Home"
Sophie May
There sat the dear Grandmamma, knitting some winter stockings for Prudy.
"Dotty Dimple At Home"
Sophie May
What a pity her Grandmamma wouldn't let her take lessons, as I once ventured to suggest!
"The Heather-Moon"
C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson