Toto was a little boy, and his grandmotherwas an old woman (I have noticed thatgrandmothers are very apt to be old women); andthis story is about both of them. Now, whetherthe story be true or not you must decide for yourselves;and the child who finds this out will bewiser than I.

Toto’s grandmother lived in a little cottage farfrom any town, and just by the edge of a thickwood; and Toto lived with her, for his fatherand mother were dead, and the old woman wasthe only relation he had in the world.

The cottage was painted red, with white window-casings,and little diamond-shaped panes ofglass in the windows. Up the four walls grew ared rose, a yellow rose, a woodbine, and a clematis;and they all met together at the top, andfought and scratched for the possession of the topof the chimney, from which there was the finestview; so foolish are these vegetables.

Inside the cottage there was a big kitchen, witha great open fireplace, in which a bright firewas always crackling; a floor scrubbed white andclean; a dresser with shining copper and tindishes on it; a table, a rocking-chair for thegrandmother, and a stool for Toto. There weretwo bedrooms and a storeroom, and perhaps anotherroom; and there was a kitchen closet,where the cookies lived. So now you know allabout the inside of the cottage. Outside therewas a garden behind and a bit of green in front,and three big trees; and that is all there is totell.

As for Toto, he was a curly-haired fellow, withbright eyes and rosy cheeks, and a mouth thatwas always laughing.

His grandmother was the best grandmother inthe world, I have been given to understand,though that is saying a great deal, to be sure.She was certainly a very good, kind old body; andshe had pretty silver curls and pink cheeks, asevery grandmother should have. There was onlyone trouble about her; but that was a very seriousone,—she was blind.

Her blindness did not affect Toto much; forhe had never known her when she was not blind,and he supposed it was a peculiarity of grandmothersin general. But to the poor old ladyherself it was a great affliction, though she boreit, for the most part, very cheerfully. She waswonderfully clever and industrious; and her fingersseemed, in many ways, to see better thansome people’s eyes. She kept the cottage alwaysas neat as a new pin. She was an excellent cook,too, and made the best gingerbread and cookiesin the world. And she knit—oh! how she didknit!—stockings, mittens, and comforters; comforters,mittens, and stockings: all for Toto.Toto wore them out very fast; but

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