Why do you wear that mask?

The girl practically skipped inside, her basket cutting huge arcs through the air. "Grandmama? Where are you?"

"Back here, dear."

Grandmama had been sick awhile and the girl made a sort of frowny-smirky face. Then she remembered what her mama had said and put on a big smile and walked to the bedroom.

"Come closer, so I can see you better."

"What's that over your mouth?"

"A mask."

The girl had seen sick people wear masks like that before. She knew it must be bad. She leaned in to kiss her grandmother.

"The better to hide my teeth, my dear!"