d wild, and the wild ones--" The light of pure intellectual joy dawned
upon the puzzled old face. "Of course. Don't I remember the white sticky
juice inside the wild ones? That's it! Wait till I tell Matilda!"

[Sidenote: Grandmother Sees the Stranger]

Triumphantly she returned to _The Household Guardian_, and, in her new
allegiance, read every line of every advertisement before folding it
carefully and putting it away with the others. "Good for freckles and
tan," she said to herself, meditatively, "but it didn't say nothin'
about warts. Maybe that'll be in next week's paper."

While she sat looking out of the window a woman passed, walking so
slowly that Grandmother had plenty of time to observe her. As the
stranger turned her head neither to the right nor the left, the old
lady's intense scrutiny was attended by no embarrassment.

From the fragmentary description that had come her way, she at once
recognised Mrs. Lee--the tall, straight figure in a gown of pale green
linen, the dainty, regular features, and the crown of wonderful hair,
radiating sunlit splendour, as she wore no hat.

[Sidenote: Ready Money]

A letter in her hand betrayed the object of her passing. "She's goin' to
the post-office," Grandmother mused, "and if she comes back this way,
I'll see her again. Matilda ain't seen her but twice and then she had a
hat on."

Mrs. Lee did, indeed, come back that way, but gave no sign that she saw,
or even felt, the presence of the keen observer in the window of the
little brown house. Grandmother hoped that Matilda was not peering from
an upper window. Perhaps she would tell her immediately, and perhaps she
wouldn't. While she was considering this point, Rosemary came in, wiping
her hands upon her apron, and announced that she was ready to go to the
store.

Rapidly giving a list of the articles desired, Grandmother rose from her
chair, lifted her skirts, and from some safe inner pocket, drew out a
black bag, which was evidently fastened around her waist with a string.
This bag contained another, closely wrapped. Inside was a much worn
leather "wallet," from which Grandmother extracted a two-dollar bill and
some pennies.

"Run along, Rosemary. I reckon that'll be enough."

Rosemary obeyed, privately wondering for the thousandth time whence came
Grandmother's money. Neither she nor Matilda had ever dared to ask, but
when the supply gave out, the old lady always produced a twenty-dollar
gold piece from th