Just such a smile was ever awaiting the coming of her grand-dad.
My grand-dad stood erect, the way I suppose you mean that I do.
Muriel clung to her grandfather, sobbing “I will, Grand-dad.”
“Yeah, Grand-dad,” she said aloud, sitting up and looking about.
She'd have had me, Peter, for the love she bore my grand-dad.
Sure his grand-dad Baber—on whom be peace—had the ...