in on the moonlight to rest upon her pillow.

But the next afternoon, when she had to kiss mother good-bye, a great
tide of loneliness rushed over Missy, and all but engulfed her. She had
always known she loved mother tremendously, but till that moment she had
forgotten how very much. She had to concentrate hard upon "Thy rod and
Thy staff" before she was able to blink back her tears. And mother,
noticing the act, commented on her little daughter's bravery, and
blinked back some tears of her own.

In the excitement of packing up to go to grandma's house, Missy to a
degree forgot her grief. She loved to go to grandma's house. She liked
everything about that house: the tall lilac hedge that separated the
yard from the Curriers' yard next door; the orchard out in back where
grew the apples which sometimes gave her an "upset"; the garden
where grandpa spent hours and hours "cultivating" his vegetables; and
grandma's own particular garden, which was given over to tall gaudy
hollyhocks, and prim rows of verbena, snap-dragon, phlox, spicy pinks,
heliotrope, and other flowers such as all grandmothers ought to have.

And she liked the house itself, with its many unusual and delightful
appurtenances: no piano--an organ in the parlour, the treadles of which
you must remember to keep pumping, or the music would wheeze and stop;
the "what-not" in the corner, its shelves filled with fascinating
curios--shells of all kinds, especially a big conch shell which, held
close to the ear, still sang a song of the sea; the marble-topped
centre-table, and on it the interesting "album" of family photographs,
and the mysterious contrivance which made so lifelike the double "views"
you placed in the holder; and the lamp with its shade dripping crystal
bangles, like huge raindrops off an umbrella; and the crocheted "tidies"
on all the rocking-chairs, and the carpet-covered footstools sitting
demurely round on the floor, and the fringed lambrequin on the mantel,
and the enormous fan of peacock feathers spreading out on the wall--oh,
yes, grandma's was a fascinating place!

Then besides, of course, she adored grandpa and grandma. They were
charming and unlike other people, and very, very good. Grandpa was
slow-moving, and tall and broad--even taller and broader than father;
and he must be terribly wise because he was Justice-of-the-Peace, and
because he didn't talk much. Other children thought him a person to be
feared somewhat, but Missy liked