One Woman’s Life
"He'll be all right if you don't stir him up," the girl replied with assurance. She walked across the room to her grandmother. "See here, grandma, I'm 'most seventeen now and big for my age--"
"Please-say 'large,' Mildred."
"Large then--'most a woman. And this is my father's home--and mine--until he gets married again, which of course he won't do as long as I am here to look after him.... And, grandma, I mean to be the head of this house."
The old lady drooped.
"Very well, my dear, I see only too plainly the results of your poor mother's--"
"Grandma!" the girl flashed warningly.
"If I'm not wanted here--"
"You're not--now! The best thing for you to do is to go straight back to the boarding-house and read your Christian Vindicator until I'm ready for you to move in."
"At the rate you are going it will be some days before your father can have the use of his