"I don't believe he does," said Elizabeth languidly. "Say, grandmother,

would you care to come up to Rittenhouse Square and live?"

"Me? In Rittenhouse Square? Fer the land sakes, child, no. That's flat.

I've lived me days out in me own sp'ere, and I don't intend to change now

at me time o' life. Ef you want to do somethin' nice fer me, child, now

you've got all that money, I'd like real well to live in a house that hed

white marble steps. It's been me one aim all me life. There's some round

on the next street that don't come high. There'd be plenty room fer us

all, an' a nice place fer Lizzie to get married when the time comes. The

parlor's real big, and you would send her some roses, couldn't you?"

"All right, grandmother. You shall have it," said Elizabeth with a

relieved sigh, and in a few minutes she went home. Some day pretty soon

she must think what to do, but there was no immediate hurry. She was glad

that Grandmother Brady did not want to come to Rittenhouse Square. Things

would be more congenial without her.

But the house seemed great and empty when she entered, and she was glad to

hear the friendly telephone bell ringing. It was the wife of her pastor,

asking her to come to them for a quiet dinner.

This was the one home in the great city where she felt like going in her

loneliness. There would be no form nor ceremony. Just a friend with them.

It was good. The doctor would give her some helpful words. She was glad

they had asked her.




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