Grandmother. Grandma Luty, that's Mamma's mother, has come to make us a visit,
and Mamma has discovered that I'm not very polite to old people. Children used
to be taught, you know, to say, 'Yes'm,' and 'Yes, sir,' but now that is not
considered nice at all, and you must always say the name of the person you are
speaking to, especially if they are older people, to whom you ought to be
respectful," and Tattine sounded quite like a little grandmother herself as
she talked.

"Yes, we know, and it's an awful bother," sighed Rudolph. "We're fairly nagged
about it, Mabel and I, but Mother says she's going to keep it up until we
always do it. Perhaps we would get on faster if we practised by ourselves as
you do, but really, Tattine, it did sound as though you were out of your head,
to hear you saying all those sentences over to yourself."

While the children were having this little talk about politeness, Rudolph and
Mabel had climbed into the wagon, and the donkey, acting upon a suggestion
from Tattine's whip, had started down the roadway. The trio were off for
Patrick's, for this was to be the day of the Kirks' "At Home," and, dressed in
kis Sunday-best, Patrick that very minute was waiting at his door to receive
them.

Full two miles lay ahead of the children, and though Barney fortunately seemed
to be in the mood for doing his best, Patrick would still have a full
half-hour to wait. At last the donkey-cart drew up at the Kirks' door and two
happy old people welcomed three happy little people into their comfortable
little home. It would take another book, the size of this one, to tell you all
the doings of that August day. First they went into the house and laid their
wraps on the white coverlid of the great high feather-bed in the little spare
room, and then Mrs. Kirk sat them down to three little blue bowls of
bread-and-milk, remarking, "shure you must be after being hungry from your