met, and hands like birds’ claws.  But such a fierce, lively, curious, blunt old lady you never saw, and I didn’t know what would be the end of me when she began to question, then to scold, and finally to demand that ‘folks should come and trade to Almiry’s shop after promisin’ they would, and she havin’ took a lease of the place on account of them lies.’  I wanted to laugh, but dared not do it, so just let her croak, for the daughter had to go to her customers.  The old lady’s tirade informed me that they came from Vermont, had ’been wal on ’t till father died and the farm was sold.’  Then it seems the women came to Boston and got on pretty well till ‘a stroke of numb-palsy,’ whatever that is, made the mother helpless and kept Almiry at home to care for her.  I can’t tell you how funny and yet how sad it was to see the poor old soul, so full of energy and yet so helpless, and the daughter so discouraged with her pathetic little shop and no customers to speak of.  I did not know what to say till ’Grammer Miller,’ as the children call her, happened to say, when she took up her knitting after the lecture, ‘If folks who go spendin’ money reckless on redic’lus toys for Christmas only knew what nice things, useful and fancy, me and Almiry could make ef we had the goods, they’d jest come round this corner and buy ’em, and keep me out of a Old Woman’s Home and that good, hard-workin’ gal of mine out of a ’sylum; for go there she will ef she don’t get a boost somehow, with rent and firin’ and vittles all on her shoulders, and me only able to wag them knittin’-needles.’

“’I will buy things here, and tell all my friends about it, and I have a drawer full of pretty bits of silk and velvet and plush, that I will give Miss Miller for her work, if she will let me.’  I added that, for I saw that Almiry was rather proud, and hid her troubles under a grim look.

“That pleased the old lady, and, lowering her voice, she said, with a motherly sort of look in her beady eyes:  ‘Seein’ as you are so friendly, I’ll tell you what frets me most, a layin’ here, a burden to my darter.  She kep’ company with Nathan Baxter, a master carpenter up to Westminster where we lived, and ef father hadn’t a died suddin’ they’d a ben married.  They waited a number o’ years, workin’ to their trades, and we was hopin’ all would turn out wal, when troubles come, and here we be.  Nathan’s got his own folks to see to, and Almiry won’t add to his load with hern, nor leave me; so she give him back his ring, and jest buckled to all alone.  She don’t say a word, but it’s wearin’ her to a shadder, and I can’t do a thing to help, but make a few pinballs, knit garters, and kiver holders.  Ef she got a start in business it would cheer her up a sight, and give her a kind of a hopeful prospeck, for old folks can’t live forever, and Nathan is a waitin’, faithful and true.’