She felt that whatever she did for
Grandmother Brady was in a sense showing her love to her own mother; so
she brushed aside several engagements, much to the annoyance of her
Grandmother Bailey, who could not understand why she wanted to go down to
Flora Street for two days and a night just in the beginning of warm
weather. True, there was not much going on just now between seasons, and
Elizabeth could do as she pleased; but she might get a fever in such a
crowded neighborhood. It wasn't in the least wise. However, if she must,
she must. Grandmother Bailey was on the whole lenient. Elizabeth was too
much of a success, and too willing to please her in all things, for her to
care to cross her wishes. So Elizabeth wrote on her fine note-paper
bearing the Bailey crest in silver:
_"Dear Grandmother:_ I shall be delighted to go to the picnic
with you, and I'll bring a nice big box of candy, Huyler's best.
I'm sure you'll think it's the best you ever tasted. Don't get
Lizzie a parasol; I'm going to bring her one to surprise her.
I'll be at the house by eight o'clock.
"Your loving granddaughter,
ELIZABETH."
Mrs. Brady read this note with satisfaction and handed it over to her
daughter to read with a gleam of triumph in her eyes at the supper-table.
She knew the gift of the pink parasol would go far toward reconciling Aunt
Nan to the addition to their party.
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