readful. There are many clever specialists
in the city these days. Surely, there is some doctor who can help you."

"They all say there is little to be done in a case like mine. But, let's
forget it; I can see and we'll keep on hoping it will last. I went to a
doctor at Lancaster some time ago and I'm going to give him a fair
trial. I guess it'll come out right."

Phoebe brightened again at the woman's words of contagious cheer and
hope.

"Isn't the garden pretty?" asked Mother Bab as they looked about it.

"Perfect! Those zinnias are lovely."

"Yes, I like them. But I like their other name better--Youth and Old
Age, my mother used to call them. She used to say that they are not like
other flowers, more like people, for the buds open into tiny flowers and
those tiny flowers grow and develop until they are large and perfect. I
would think something fine were missing in my garden if I didn't have my
Youth and Old Age every year. But you will be too hot in this sun; shall
we go in?"

"No, please, not until I have seen the flowers. I need to gather
precious memories, too, to take with me to Philadelphia. Oh, I like
this"--she knelt in the narrow path and buried her face in fragrant
lemon verbena plants.

"I like that, too. Mother used to call it Joy Everlasting. We always put
it in our bureau drawers between the linens. David likes lavender
better, so I use that now."

"How you spoil him," said Phoebe.

"You think so?" asked the mother gently.

Phoebe smiled in retraction of her statement. "We'll both be parboiled
if we stay out here any longer," she said as she linked her arm into
Mother Bab's. "Aunt Maria sent you some sand-tarts."

"Isn't she good!"

"Yes, but"--the blue eyes twinkled mischievously--"they are just a
bribe. We want you to come down and help us with the dresses some day
next week. You are not to sew, but if you are there to tell about the
fit of them I'll feel better satisfied. Whew! If it's as hot as this
I'll have a lovely time fitting woolen dresses!"

"You won't mind."

"I don't believe I shall, so long as the dresses are to be worn in
Philadelphia. Granny Hogendobler is coming out, too. Will you come?"

"I'll be glad to. David can eat his dinner at his aunt's."

They entered the house and sat in the sitting-room, a room dear to both
because of its association with many happy hours.

"I love this room," Phoebe said. "This must be one of my pleasant
memories when I go."

"I like