`` Well , anyway , '' she thought , `` I 'll get Mary to point Sara Beaumont out to me , and I 'll store up a description of her in my mind to tell Fran tonight . I must remember to take notice of the colour of her eyes . Fran has always been exercised about that . '' It was mid-forenoon when Frances arrived at Ashland station . Grandmother Newbury 's man , Hiram , was waiting for her with the pony carriage , and Frances heartily enjoyed the three-mile drive to the Bay Shore Farm . Grandmother Newbury came to the door to meet her granddaughter . She was a tall , handsome old lady with piercing black eyes and thick white hair . There was no savour of the traditional grandmother of caps and knitting about her . She was like a stately old princess and , much as her grandchildren admired her , they were decidedly in awe of her . `` So it is Frances , '' she said , bending her head graciously that Frances might kiss her still rosy cheek . `` I expected it would be Cecilia . 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 XXXXX see that Frances had conquered it this time .
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