Grandma's Birthday, Said Polly

Graham O'Baskham was sweeping up the floor, when she saw Polly coming. She stopped and leaned on her brow. How's your mom? She asked,. Ah, mommy is pretty well, shouted Polly into the old lady's ear. Tomorrow will be a bad day, say grandma. Oh, don't ever say that. You mustn't borrow trouble, child. I mean, it's her birthday, grandma. This last so loud, my grandma's cat border vibrated perceptibly. And oh, won't you please tell me how to make a grandmother? cried Mrs. Baskham.