e back of the chair, like an excited baby.

"Wait now!" admonished Johnnie. He took off his apron and wadded it into
a ball. Then with force and fervor he sent the ball whizzing under the
sink. "Where'll we go?" he cried. The bottoms of his trouser legs hung
about his knees in a fringe. Now as he did another hop-skip into the
air, not so much because of animal spirits as through sheer mental
relief, all that fringe whipped and snapped. "Pick out a place,
Grandpa!" he bade. "Where do y' want t' go?"

"Go! go! go!" chanted the old man. Not so long ago he had been able to
call up a score of destinations--most of them names that had to do with
the Civil War campaigns which, in the end, had impaired his brain and
cost him the use of his legs.

Johnnie proceeded to prompt. "Gettysburg?" he asked; "Shiloh?
Chick'mauga? City of Washingt'n? Niaggery Falls?"

"Niaggery Falls!" cried Grandpa, catching, as he always did, at whatever
point was named last. "Where's my hat? Where's my hat?"

He never remembered how to find his hat, though it always hung
conveniently on the back of the wheel chair. It was the dark,
broad-brimmed, cord-encircled head covering of the Grand Army man. As he
turned his head in a worried search for it, Johnnie set the hat atop the
white hair.

Johnnie had named Niagara last because he liked best to visit that
Wonder of Nature. He did not know why--except that the name seemed
curiously familiar to him. It was familiar to Grandpa, too, in a dim
way, for he had visited "the Falls" on his wedding trip. And every
repetition of the imaginary journey thrilled him.

"Chug! chug! chug!" he began, the moment he felt the hat. His imitation
of a starting engine was so genuine that it shook his spare frame from
his head to his slippered feet. "Chug! chug! chug!"

But Johnnie was not ready to set off. The little, old soldier had not
yet eaten his breakfast, and if he did not eat he would not go to sleep
promptly at the conclusion of the trip, nor stay asleep.

"Oh, Grandpa," began the boy coaxingly, as he hastily dished up a saucer
of oatmeal, another saucer of prunes, and poured a glass of milk,
"before we start we got t' eat our grand banquet! It's a long way to
Niaggery, y' know. So here we both are at the Grand Central Station!"
(The Station was situated on or about the center of the kitchen.)

"Station!" echoed Grandpa. "Chug! chug! chug!"

"No, Grandpa,"--Johnnie's manner of handling the old man was comi