ing care. "I should think you would make a
c'lection of different maps like Hope has in her book."

Peace paused to consider the suggestion, and then answered, "Well,
that's something I hadn't thought about. It would be better to have them
all different, wouldn't it? I'll just hunt up some others that aren't
alike. _This_ United States one is too small, then; but maybe we can use
it for something else. I'll finish cutting it out anyway, though we'll
want the biggest we can get for our paper _mush_."

She finished snipping it out as carefully as she could in view of the
many ragged coasts of our country, and laid it aside, while she chose
another larger one to be honored with the "_paper mush_" covering. It
took a long time to complete all the maps selected--Europe, Asia,
Africa, the Americas, and Australia--but at last they were finished; and
Allee, the patient, joined in the sigh of satisfaction which escaped
Peace's lips as she dropped the scissors from her cramped, tired hands.

"Now we'll stick on the _mush_. Hold this map, Allee, so's it won't
wiggle." She daubed on a great handful of the dirty gray pulp and tried
to smooth it over the colored map surface, but evidently the paper had
not soaked long enough, for it still held its own shape, and refused
utterly to form the paste Peace had watched Hope handle with such ease
and success.

"It doesn't stay very well, does it?" remarked Allee.

"No, it doesn't!" snapped Peace in exasperation. "I shall not bother
with it any more. I'm tired of fooling with it when it acts like that.
I'll throw it out and play with my corncob doll this morning."

"Are you going to throw away all these nice maps that you have cut out,
too?" asked Allee, as the angry girl flung down the wet newspaper scraps
and started for the house.

Peace paused, surveyed the gorgeously colored heap which she had spent
so long a time in preparing, and answered, "Well, I'll keep them awhile,
for maybe some day we may want them again." Gathering them up, she
descended the ladder and marched off toward the kitchen, thoroughly out
of patience with the whole world and with herself in particular.

Through the open windows and door came savory smells of something
cooking, and she quickened her steps, sniffing the air and saying,
"Faith has been baking; maybe there are some dishes to lick. I wonder if
she made any frosting. Mrs. Lacy always wants caramel, and I just love
that."

"Faith's cross like you a