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.
“Yeah, Grand-dad,” she said aloud, sitting up and looking about.
Muriel clung to her grandfather, sobbing “I will, Grand-dad.”
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 gift, and this babe may have inherited it.
You're the image of your grand-dad when he made his debut at the Crystal Palace.
Serve up the breakfast, Grand-dad, and believe in the salutary nature of your granddaughter's visitations.
Ain't that ole uniform of your grand-dad's been the only rag I could lay my hands on?
She was convinced that all boys from the city were enemies, for had not her grand-dad said so time and again?