Keineth

ld seemed suddenly to

as she called her, and sometimes with her father. If the sun was very inviting in the morning, lessons would wait until afternoon; or, if, sitting strai

?" and add, "the

story. It would be, perhaps, something about India or they would travel together through Norway; or it would be Custer's fight wi

even wanted to go out into the park to walk. For her dear Tante, with a very

talked so much about it and Tante had waited until Daddy had gotten her some papers which would take her safely into Europe. So much talk and the important p

ome in the old brick house on Washington Square in lower New York even after the other houses in the square around it gradually changed from pleasant, neat homes to shabby boarding-houses or rooming houses with broken windows and railless steps; to dusty lofts; to cellars where Jews kept and sorted over their filthy rags; to dingy attic spaces where artists made their studios, turning queer, dilapidated corners into what they called their homes. The third story of the Randolp

d cooked breakfast and lunch, went away at night. The rooms were very large, with high ceilings. The windows were long and narrow and hung with heavy, dusty c

running off from the square. Francesca, one of the girls, sang very sweetly, often standing on the corner of the square and singing Italian folk-songs until she had gathered quite a crowd around her and had collected considerable mone

a brightly lighted hotel dining-room, where the silver and glass sparkled before Keineth's eyes, where an orchestra, hidden behind big palms, played wonderful music as they ate, where the air was sweet with the fragrance of flowers like Joe Massey's stall on the square, and where all the women were pretty and wore soft furs over shimmering dresses of lovely colors. Sometimes Tante went with them, looking very prim in her tailor-made suit of gray woolen cloth and her small gray hat. On these picnic dinners, as Daddy called

ooks into a heavy box--she felt that this beloved order of things was changing before her eyes. For, with Tante

he third floor; of the sign at the door; of Tante and the happy-go-lucky lessons; and most of all, her intimacy with the Italian children. Twice a year Keineth and her Daddy spent a Sunday with Aunt Josephine, and Keineth could always tell by the way Daddy clasped her hand and r

s?" Keineth asked Madame H

book to kiss the child--a

six nephews and nieces over there--they

some of the women and children were doing. Tante had read them parts of a letter telling of the wounding of her sister's husband at the battle front and of his death in an English 'hospital, but that had seemed so very far away that Keineth had not thought much about it. Now it seeme

d he would not be home until that night! She sprang to the door in time to rush into his arms as he came down the hallway. He kissed her

a little while, dear. I m

g loudly and busily in the branches, fussing over their housekeeping. But Keineth's heart was too heavy to respond! She walked around and around the squa

ouble keeping the tears back from her eyes, for a very bright yellow motor