granny dumping

My Granny the Escort concludes with two of the women reaching a crossroads of sorts.

"Never mind granny," she said, when they reached the house and Mandy stopped to say how d'ye to the old woman in the chair.

Probably he was some kin to old Granny Harris, who had distant connections in the North, some one suggested.

But it's your manner; you seem in such a hurry always to explain that granny wasn't our own grandmother.'

But at Stannesley, where we lived before, granny always got us very nice dresses: she used often to send to London for them.

The way that she seemed to start up just when—so soon after we had lost dear granny, and in a sense our home.'