“Doctor told me to see that you take it very easy for the next few days.” “I thank you for all your help, Mrs Spring,” she said, “but you can go home now.” Within a week, my grandmother was thumping around the house with her gold-topped cane and interfering with Mrs Spring’s cooking. “She’s a tough old bird,” the nurse said. “They won’t let me have a cigar,” she said. “She told us she simply had to get better because she had to look after you.” “Will you be all right now, Grandmamma?” I asked. I flew up the stairs and burst into my grandmother’s room and threw myself into her arms. One evening, about ten days later, the doctor came downstairs and said to me, “You can go in and see her now, but only for a short time. I liked her very much, but she wasn’t a patch on my grandmother for telling stories.
Mrs Spring looked after me and cooked my meals. “Not at the moment.”Ī fat and jolly lady called Mrs Spring, who used to come and clean our house every day, also moved in and slept in the house. Encyclopedia of World Writers, Beginnings To 20th Century.
Encyclopedia of American Literature of the Sea and Great Lakes.
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