Keineth

spent the greater part of her time at the golf club, coming home each day glowing with enthusiasm over the game and fired with a hope of winning the women's ch

technic of the game. Then each afternoon came a delicious dip into the lake, when Mrs. Lee would patiently instruct Keineth in swimming. They were gloriously happy

spend the Fourth of July

d. "We always went away over the Fourth

ndles in the evening because they a

h we always make our v

h. She had never heard the

her a page o

r lived in her family h

our grandmother. J

. And her house is filled with the most wonderful furniture--queer chairs and great big beds with posts that go to the ceiling and one has to step on little stepladder

dmother and is made of wood and painted, with a queer si

hen he went by horse to New York for his first inauguration. They all wore white and the arch was covered with roses. Grandma Sparks loves to tel

"She's got all kinds of guns and thing

says that she would be very rich if she'd sell the papers she has, but she will not part with a thing! M

the money, you be

ve a letter that was really written and signed

e're going there,"

other dug his way out of Andersonville Pri

new one!" To Keineth: "After she gives us gingerbread and milk and li

. Before breakfast the children, with Mr. and Mrs. Lee, circled about the flag pole on the lawn, and, while Billy slowly pulled the Stars and Stripes to the top, in chorus they repeated the oath of allegianc

t Josephine. Great was her surprise when Billy turned into a grass-grown driveway which led past a broken-down gate and stopped at the door of a weather-gray house; its walls almost concealed by the vines growi

tiny figure in a dress as gray and weather-beaten as the house itself, a cap covering her white he

ell," was all

art, possibly, of their busy world! And while the others talked she examined, with unconcealed interest, the queer heavy furniture, th

knife. They unfolded the flags that had been in the family for generations and reread the letters that Mrs. Sparks kept in a heavy mahogany box. One of t

ng the letter close to her heart, "is that I have no son who

s had once had a little boy who had been born a

h told Grandma Sparks of her own father and how he had gone away to serve his country, t

drums is the hardest service to do!" After the picnic--and the picnic had included the gingerbread and tarts and patties that Barbara had described and whi

ase," begged Peggy. "Why, I k

out the war,"

g. "No--no! I can't bear to th

ould this world know a war! We have much to learn, yet-

all learn to live like families in

in those days you bet I'd have discovered something!" "I remember," mused the old lady, "a story my father used to tell! We have the

w his cap

ns! Ho