"I'm sure I don't want to be caught in a storm," she said. "This stuff shrinks so," and she glanced down at her velvet skirt. "I wouldn't have it made up again. I hope the storm doesn't spoil Will's ball game."
She urged Prince to a faster pace, and, cantering along a quiet stretch of road, was soon at the home of Mr. Ford's mother.
"Why Grace!" exclaimed the elderly lady, "I expected Will to come over. Your father said"
"I know, grandma, but Will—well, he is wild about baseball, and I said I'd come for him."
"That was good of you."
"Oh, no it wasn't. I don't deserve any praise. Chocolates and Prince—a big bribe, grandma."
"Oh, you young folks! Well, come in. Thomas will see to Prince."
"I can't stay long."
"No, I suppose not. Your father wanted these papers in a hurry. He would have come himself, but he had some matters to attend to. And, its being rather a family affair, he did not want to send one of his law clerks. Those young men tattle so."
"I wonder if they are any worse than girls, grandma?"
"Oh, much—much! But come in, and I will
