See my dear, old grandma in her easy-chair! How gray her hair is! She wears glasses when she reads.
She is always kind, and takes such good care of me that I like to do what she tells me.
When she says, “Robert, will you get me a drink?” I run as fast as I can to get it for her. Then she says, “Thank you, my boy.”
Would you not love a dear, good grandma, who is so kind?
And would you not do all you could to please her?