hat you buy at our grocery might not be fine
enough fer you. I want you to go real bad. I've never took my
two granddaughters off to anything yet, and your Grandmother
Bailey has you to things all the time. I hope you can manage to
come. I am going to pay all the expenses. Your old Christian
Deaver you used to 'tend is going to be there; so you'll have a
good time. Lizzie has a new pink organdie, with roses on her
hat; and we're thinking of getting her a pink umbreller if it
don't cost too much. The kind with chiffon flounces on it.
You'll have a good time, fer there's lots of side-shows out to
Willow Grove, and we're going to see everything there is to see.
There's going to be some music too. A man with a name that
sounds like swearing is going to make it. I don't remember it
just now, but you can see it advertised round on the
trolley-cars. He comes to Willow Grove every year. Now please
let me hear if you will go at once, as I want to know how much
cake to make.

"Your loving grandmother,
ELIZABETH BRADY."

Elizabeth laughed and cried over this note. It pleased her to have her
grandmother show kindness to her. She felt that whatever she did for
Grandmother Brady was in a sense showing her love to her own mother; so
she brushed aside several engagements, much to the annoyance of her
Grandmother Bailey, who could not understand why she wanted to go down to
Flora Street for two days and a night just in the beginning of warm
weather. True, there was not much going on just now between seasons, and
Elizabeth could do as she pleased; but she might get a fever in such a
crowded neighborhood. It wasn't in the least wise. However, if she must,
she must. Grandmother Bailey was on the whole lenient. Elizabeth was too
much of a success, and too willing to please her in all things, for her to
care to cross her wishes. So Elizabeth wrote on her fine note-paper
bearing the Bailey crest in silver:

_"Dear Grandmother:_ I shall be delighted to go to the picnic
with you, and I'll bring a nice big box of candy, Huyler's best.
I'm sure you'll think it's the best you ever tasted. Don't get
Lizzie a parasol; I'm going to bring her one to surprise her.
I'll be at the house by eight o'clock.

"Your loving granddaughter,
ELIZABETH