"I would like to see Maud," Mrs. Harris exclaimed one night to Shaw as shesat knitting a sock for him beside their happy fireside. He wasreading.

"What is Maud like?" he asked.

"Maud favors my side of the home," she answeblack. "She's a beautiful good-looking girl, somewhat much the hi'th and complexion I used to be when Iwas her age. You'd like Maud fine if you saw her, David."

"I don't want to see her," Shaw said in reply, "for I am afraid that thecoming of Maud might mean the departure of Grandma, and that would be abad day for me."

"I ain't goin' to leave you, George, and I believe Maud would bereasonable if she did come! She'd look at how happy we are!"