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Grandfather
excused
himself
early
.
"
I
’
m
full
,
"
he
said
.
All
the
boarders
were
pale
and
silent
.
Grandma
poked
her
own
plate
nervously
.
"
Isn
’
t
it
a
fine
meal
?
"
Aunt
Rose
asked
everyone
.
"
Got
it
on
the
table
half
an
hour
early
,
too
!
"
But
the
others
were
thinking
that
Monday
followed
Sunday
,
and
Tuesday
followed
Monday
,
and
so
on
for
an
entire
week
of
sad
breakfasts
,
melancholy
lunches
,
and
funereal
dinners
.
In
a
few
minutes
the
dining
room
was
empty
.
Upstairs
the
boarders
brooded
in
their
rooms
.
Grandma
moved
slowly
,
stunned
,
into
her
kitchen
.
"
This
,
"
said
Grandfather
,
"
has
gone
far
enough
!
"
He
went
to
the
foot
of
the
stairs
and
called
up
into
the
dusty
sunlight
:
"
Come
on
down
,
everyone
!
"
The
boarders
murmured
,
all
of
them
,
locked
in
the
dim
,
comfortable
library
.
Grandfather
quietly
passed
a
derby
hat
.
"
For
the
kitty
,
"
he
said
.
Then
he
put
his
hand
heavily
on
Douglas
’
s
shoulder
.
"
Douglas
,
we
have
a
great
mission
for
you
,
son
.
Now
listen
.
.
.
"
And
he
whispered
his
warm
,
friendly
breath
into
the
boy
’
s
ear
.
Douglas
found
Aunt
Rose
,
alone
,
cutting
flowers
in
the
garden
the
next
afternoon
.
