She even let her drink coffee! Not that Missy
cared especially for coffee--it had a bitter taste; but drinking it
made her feel grown-up. She always felt more grown-up at grandma's
than at home. She was "company," and they showed her a consideration
one never receives at home.
After supper Cousin Pete went out somewhere, and the other three had
a long, pleasant evening. Another agreeable feature about staying at
grandma's was that they didn't make such a point of her going to bed
early. The three of them sat out on the porch till the night came
stealing up; it covered the street and the yard with darkness,
crawled into the tree tops and the rose-bushes and the lilac-hedge.
It hid all the familiar objects of daytime, except the street-lamp
at the corner and certain windows of the neighbours' houses, which
now showed square and yellow. Of the people on the porch next door,
and of those passing in the street, only the voices remained; and,
sometimes, a glowing point of red which was a cigar.
Presently the moon crept up from behind the Jones's house, peeping
stealthily, as if to make sure that all was right in Cherryvale.
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