I heard after I had written you that there was to be a gubernatorial picnic in Claymont today , so I was quite sure it would be Cecilia . Why is n't it Cecilia ? '' Frances flushed a little . There was a meaning tone in Grandmother Newbury 's voice . `` Cecilia was very anxious to go to the picnic today to see an old friend of hers , '' she answered . `` She was willing to come here , but you know , Grandmother , that Cecilia is always willing to do the things somebody else ought to do , so I decided I would stand on my rights as ` Miss Newbury ' for once and come to the Bay Shore . '' Grandmother Newbury smiled . She understood . Frances had always been her favourite granddaughter , but she had never been blind , clear-sighted old lady that she was , to the little leaven of easy-going selfishness in the girl 's nature . She was pleased to see that Frances had conquered it this time . `` I 'm glad it is you who have come -- principally because you are cleverer than Cecilia , '' she said brusquely . `` Or at least you are the better talker . And I want a clever girl and a good talker to help me entertain a guest today . She 's clever herself , and she likes young girls . She is a particular friend of your Uncle Robert 's family down south , and that is why I have asked her to spend a few days with me . You 'll like her . '' Here Grandmother Newbury led Frances into the sitting-room . `` Mrs. Kennedy , this is my granddaughter , Frances Newbury . I told you about her and her ambitions last night . You see , Frances , we have talked you over . ''
Mrs. XXXXX was a much younger woman than Grandmother Newbury .
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