I didn't see Grandma for two whole days. The cook brought a tray up to my room at meal times, but otherwise I was alone. Apparently Grandma hadn't told her anything yet, because the cook called me "Miss Ellen" like always.

On the third morning, Grandma sent word that she wanted to see me. I don't know if she did or not, but I knew I wanted to see her. Before I went downstairs, I made sure I looked my best. I brushed my hair carefully and put on a green satin dress that grandma had bought me just a couple of weeks before and that I knew she liked real well.

She was sitting in the library and I went in and closed the door be- hind me. "Ellen?" she said. Well, I had planned on saying a few things to her, but somehow I never got to say them because all I wanted to do was run and put my arms around her which I did and tell her how sorry I was. By the time Grandma got around to saying what she wanted to, there wasn't much need, because we both knew how the other one felt.

"Ellen dear, there's nothing to forgive. We just have a little problem to solve and we're both going to have to be brave about it. I'm not go- ing to let anything take my granddaughter away from me now. And I'm so glad that you feel the same way. I thought you did, but I wanted to make sure and you've helped me reach a decision. I've been doing a little planning the last two days and here's what we're going to do..."

Well, it sounded pretty simple, but it wasn't as it turned out; and it sounded pretty scary, and believe me!—if I had known ahead of time what was going to happen, I probably would have died on the spot. That same afternoon, we went to see this sort of funny little old lady doctor away out in the country in a small town. It turned out she and Grandma had gone to school together many, many years ago. Well, anyway she gave me a couple of shots and a lot of pills and we came home; but twice a week, we drove all the way back out there and she gave me another shot. Sometimes she gave me more pills, but not every time. For a long time, I didn't know what was supposed to hap- pen from the shots, but then one day I started to notice. My skin cleared up pretty well and my chest got pretty sore. But it also started to get bigger and even though it hurt, it made me very happy. About eight months after I started, the lady doctor told Grandma that "you'd better think about buying some sort of support garment. Ah, Ellen here will be having a definite need for one very soon." Which was a nice way of saying I needed a brassiere.

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