16 The Ola Umbrella.

This grandmother, the one who
liked to be called granny, I mean,
was mother to his mother. Very
kind and good she was to small
folks ; but then she lived such a long
way off, that she could not see Johnny
and May very often. She could only
think about them, and talk about
them, and sometimes send letters or
nice parcels, like the one we heard
of, besides asking the good God, who
lives far above the blue sky, to look
down on them, and do them good.
That was the best thing she could
do; and she did it very often.

But there was another grandmother
whom Johnny did know very well,
and she lived not so very far off, with