Excerpts: She glanced up to the mantel where Morris resided in a beautiful bronze urn. " I promised you we, d get there," she told the urn. The aroma from the shop is getting to him. He will have to part with what little he has in his pocket for a coffee and a warm, tempting cinnamon roll. "You have whiskers," Justin announced with the simple directness of the very young. "Are you a man or a boy?" "I'm a fellow." Gordie replied without hesitation. The house which had once been yellow - or cream, perhaps, bore the look of abandoned property. An old bed spring rested against the side of the house while Queen Anne's lace grew up and out through the coils. She began my makeover as soon as we were seated. Reaching across the table, she patted my arm (she was always patting my arm) and said, "Phoebe, you know I love you dearly, but you really mustn't slouch."