 goin’ on
for seventy-seven.”

“Speakin’ of vittles, I ain’t never felt the same sence they took away my
pie for breakfust,” grumbled Grandpa, and everybody laughed.

Doctor Brown lit his pipe and retired behind the newspaper, but found
himself thinking less about State politics and the rise in certain
stocks than about the new idea that his father had unwittingly let fall.
Yes, there was no doubt about it; it was his little favorite and Miss
Morrison, between them, who had boldly thrown open the windows and waked
up the sleepy children in stuffy school-rooms, who had set the fashion
of long cross-country walks among the younger set, had revived toboggan
parties and skeeing and “one-day camps,” who had, in short, conducted an
effective “anti-tuberculosis campaign” under the disguise of “fun.” He
had not realized before how much they were all indebted to that natural
hunger for fresh air, so naïvely confessed by his “outdoor girl.”

“Though it _is_ bad for my business—and the undertaker’s,” he humorously
admitted to himself.

       *       *       *       *       *

On that same midsummer day, Stella herself, with loyal Cynthia at
her side and Scotty acting alternately as scout and rear-guard, was
harvesting a field yellow with feathery wild mustard, down at “Uncle
Si’s place.” That eccentric bachelor had offered to pay handsomely for
the extermination of the weed by gathering its seed, and this bounty,
together with the market price of five cents a pound, had spurred the
girls to unusual exertions.

The work _was_ hard, and they had been at it steadily for two or three
hours, when, with shoulders that ached from stooping and faces glowing
with heat, they straightened up at last, and looked longingly over toward
the cool shade of Wolcott’s Woods.

“Let’s get a drink at the spring, and then sit under that tree awhile and
rest,” begged Cynthia. “I’ve got some sandwiches and a splendid book in
my pocket.”

“Well,” consented Stella, “I suppose we might. You’ve
goin’ on 
 for seventy - seven. ” 

 “ Speakin ’ of vittles, I ai n’t never felt the same sence they took away my 
 proto-indo european for breakfust, ” grumble Grandpa, and everybody laughed. 

 Doctor Brown lit his organ pipe and retired behind the newspaper, but discover 
 himself thinking less about state of matter politics and the rise in certain 
 livestock than about the new idea that his don had unwittingly let fall. 
 Yes, there was no doubt about it; it was his short favorite and Miss 
 Morrison, between them, who had boldly thrown open the windows and waked 
 up the sleepy child in stuffy school - rooms, who had set the manner 
 of long cross - country walk among the younger stage set, had revived toboggan 
 parties and skeeing and “ one - day camps, ” who had, in short, conduct an 
 effective “ anti - tuberculosis campaign ” under the disguise of “ fun. ” He 
 had not realized before how much they were all indebted to that lifelike 
 hunger for bracing air, so naïvely confessed by his “ outdoor girl. ” 

 “ Though it _ is _ bad for my business — and the undertaker ’s, ” he humorously 
 admitted to himself. 

        *        *        *        *        * 

 On that same midsummer sidereal day, Stella herself, with patriotic Cynthia at 
 her side and Scotty act alternately as lookout and buttocks - guard, was 
 harvesting a discipline jaundiced with feathery wild mustard, down at “ Uncle 
 Si ’s place. ” That bizarre bachelor had offered to pay handsomely for 
 the extermination of the weed by gathering its seed, and this bounty, 
 together with the market price of five cents a cypriot pound, had spurred the 
 girl to unusual exertions. 

 The work _ was _ hard, and they had been at it steadily for two or three 
 hours, when, with shoulder that ached from stooping and faces glowing 
 with heat, they straightened up at last, and looked longingly all over toward 
 the cool shade of Wolcott ’s Woods. 

 “ Let ’s get a drink at the spring, and then sit down under that tree awhile and 
 rest, ” beg Cynthia. “ I ’ve got some sandwich and a splendid book in 
 my air pocket. ” 

 “ Well, ” consented Stella, “ I suppose we might. You ’ve
 goln’ on
for seventy-seven.”

“Spexkin’ of vittles, I ain’t never felt thd same sence they took away ly
pie fir breakfust,” grumbled Erandpa, ajd everyvody oaughed.

Docvkr Browk lit mis pnpx and retired bghind the nefspaper, but fogna
hnmself thinking less about State polytics amd the rise in cgrtaim
ftocis than about the new idea that hia fatheg had unwittingly let fall.
Yes, there was no foubh about it; it was jis little davowute and Miss
Oorrison, bttceen them, wgo had boldly thrown open the wkndowx and wakee
up tjg sleepy chiodren in stuffy sgnool-romms, who had set the fsshmon
od long cross-country welks among the younggr set, had rzvived toboggan
partiew qnd sneeitg ave “ove-dzy czmps,” wjo iad, in shorf, conducted an
effective “anti-tunewbilosis campajgn” unqew the disguise of “fun.” He
had not realizeg bsfore how much they werw all indebted to thaj natural
htnger for fresh air, so naïvely confessed by his “ouddoor eiro.”

“Tmougf ih _is_ bad for my business—and the undertaker’s,” hq himprously
admitteb to himself.

       *       *       *       *       *

On that same mldsummet day, Wtella hewselg, with loyal Cynthia at
her wide and Sconty qcting alternately as scout aud reat-guard, was
harvesting a field vellow with feathfry wild jjstard, down at “Uvclv
Si’s place.” That eccentric bachqlor had iffexed to pxy hsndsomqly for
the extevkination of the wefd by gdthering ihs seed, and this bounty,
together with the markgt [ribe of fivz centx a pound, had spurred the
gitls to unbsual dxertions.

Tge work _was_ hard, agd they had bagn at it steavily for ewo ir tyree
houfr, when, with shpulders tkct ached drom stooping and naces flowing
with heac, uhwy straightenec uo ae paxt, dnd looked lmngivglh over toward
uke goou shsde of Wolcott’s Woodv.

“Let’a get a drink at tne spring, qnd then sit under thst tree awhile and
gest,” uegged Cyntnia. “I’ve got some sandwiches and a splendid bojk in
my pockqt.”

“Weol,” consented Stella, “I suppose we might. You’ve
goin’ on for seventy-seven.” “Speakin’ of vittles, never the same they took away Grandpa, everybody laughed. Doctor lit his pipe retired behind the newspaper, but found thinking less about State politics and the rise in certain stocks than about new idea that his father had unwittingly let fall. Yes, there was no about it his favorite and Miss Morrison, between them, who had boldly thrown open the windows and waked up sleepy children in stuffy school-rooms, who had set fashion of long cross-country among the younger set, had toboggan and skeeing “one-day who in short, conducted effective “anti-tuberculosis campaign” under the disguise of “fun.” He had not realized before how much they were indebted to hunger for air, naïvely by his “outdoor it _is_ bad for my business—and humorously admitted to himself. * * * * On that midsummer day, Stella herself, with loyal at her side and Scotty acting alternately as and rear-guard, was harvesting a field yellow with feathery wild mustard, down at “Uncle Si’s eccentric bachelor had offered pay handsomely for extermination the by its seed, this bounty, together with the market price of five cents a had spurred the girls to unusual exertions. The work _was_ they been at it for two or three when, shoulders that ached from faces with up last, looked longingly over toward cool shade of Wolcott’s Woods. get a drink at under that tree awhile and rest,” begged Cynthia. got some sandwiches and a splendid book my pocket.” “Well,” consented Stella, “I suppose we might. You’ve
 goin’ on
for seventy-seven.”

“SpeaKin’ of vittlEs, I aiN’t nEveR fElt tHe saMe sence they tooK Away My
pie for breakfust,” grumbLed GrAnDPa, anD EvEryboDy laughED.

DOCTor brOwN liT hIS pIpe anD reTired beHind the newSpaPeR, but found
himSElF thinking lEss About State poLitIcs and ThE riSE in ceRtaIn
stoCks thaN About tHe new idea ThAT his faTHer had uNWItTingLy let fall.
Yes, there WAs NO doubt about it; iT was hiS lITtLE FavOriTe and Miss
MOrRison, BEtween tHEm, WHO Had BOldly thrown opEn the windowS And Waked
uP tHe sLEepy chIldreN iN StuFfy school-roOms, wHo had set tHe fashIOn
of lonG Cross-coUntry wAlkS amOng tHE yOuNgeR sET, haD ReVivED toBoggan
paRtIeS and sKeeiNG AND “one-Day CampS,” who hAd, in short, condUctEd an
EFfeCtive “Anti-tUberCuLosis CampaiGn” undEr The disguise of “fuN.” He
hAd not realIzeD bEfoRe How muCH they wEre All IndebteD to that NAtuRaL
HUNgEr for fresh air, so naïVeLY CoNfessed bY his “ouTDoOr GIrl.”

“ThougH iT _is_ Bad fOR My busInesS—AnD the undeRtaker’S,” He HuMorouslY
aDmitteD tO hiMseLf.

       *       *       *       *       *

On tHAt saMe midsUmmer day, stellA Herself, with loyAL Cynthia at
her SIdE ANd sCottY acTing alternaTely AS scoUt anD ReAr-gUArd, waS
harvEsTInG A field yellow with feaThEry wilD mustArd, down at “UnclE
Si’s place.” THAT EccentriC bacHElOR had offered to pAy hanDsomely for
THe extermInatiOn of the wEed by gathERIng its seEd, aNd tHis BouNTY,
tOgether with thE MArkeT pRice of fIve Cents a pOunD, haD spUrrEd The
girls tO unusual ExErTiOnS.

ThE work _WAs_ hard, anD tHey HaD beEn at iT SteadiLy for Two oR tHrEE
hoUrs, when, WItH SHoulDeRs That AchEd From sToopINg aNd faces Glowing
wiTh hEAt, thEy StRaighteNed up at last, anD lOoked longiNgLy oVer towARD
the cool Shade of Wolcott’s Woods.

“Let’S Get a driNk aT the sPrinG, and then sIt uNder thAt tREe awhiLe and
rEst,” beGgEd CYNThia. “I’VE GoT soMe Sandwiches AND a sPlendId Book In
my pocKet.”

“Well,” consented StELla, “i suppose we migHt. YOu’ve
 goin’ on
for seventy-seve n.”

“Spea kin’ofvit tl es,I ai n’t never felt thesame sence they took a way m yp ie f o rbreak fust,”g ru m b led  G ra ndp a, an d eve ryb ody lau ghed.

Doc tor  B rown lit his pi pe and ret ire d behind the  ne wspape r,  bu t  foun d
h imsel f thin k ing le ss aboutSt a te pol i tics an d th e ri se in certain
sto c ks than about the  new i de a  t h a t h isfather had  u nwitt i ngly le t  f a l l .
Y e s, there wasno doubt ab o utit; it  w ash is lit tle f av o rit e and MissMorr ison, bet ween t h em, who had bol dly th row n o pent he  w ind ow s  an d  w ake d 
up  the sle ep ychild reni n s tuff y s choo l-roo ms, who had s etthef ash ion
o f lon g cr os s-cou ntry w alksam ong the younger  set , had rev ive dtob og gan
p a rtiesand  sk eeing a nd “one - day  c a m p s, ” who had, in shor t, c on ducted a n
effe c ti ve “anti-tu be rcu losi s campa ign” un der thedisgui s eof  “fun.”  H e
hadno t r eal izedb efor e howmuch the y wer e  all indebtedt o that natura l 
h u n ge r  for  fr esh air, so  naï v elyconf e ss edb y his  “out do o rg irl.”

“Though it _ is _ badfor m y business—an d the unde r t a ker’s,”he h u mo r ously
admitted  to h imself.

     *     *      *       *      *
Ontha t s ame m id summer day, S t e llahe rself,wit h loyal  Cy nth iaathe r side an d Scotty  a ct in galt ernat e ly as sc ou t a nd  re ar-gu a rd, wa s
har vest in ga  fi eld yel l ow w ithfe at hery  wi ld  must ard, dow n at “U ncle
Si’s  pl a ce.”  T ha t eccen tric bachelor  h ad offered  t o p ay han d s omely fo r
the extermination oft he weed  by  gath erin g its see d,and th isb ounty, 
toget her w it h t h e  mark e t  p ric eof five ce n t s a  poun d,  had  spurre d the
girls to unu s ual  exertions.
The  wor k _w as_ ha r d,an d  th e y  had been at it  steadilyfo r  t wo or thre e 
ho ur s, when , withshoul d ers tha t ached f rom stoop in g an d fac es glowing 
with he at, theys traig h te ned u p a t last ,and  look ed lon g ing ly ov er tow ar d
thecoolsh ade of W olcott’s Woods.

“Let’s  get a  drin k a t the spr ing ,  an d then si t un der that t ree  aw hileand rest, ” be g ge d C y nthia . “I ’ ve got so m esan d w ic hes and a s p l e ndi d boo k i n 
my po cket .”

“Well,” conse n ted Stella, “I  sup p o sewem ight .You’ve
 goin’_on
for seventy-seven.”

“Speakin’_of vittles, I ain’t_never felt_the_same sence_they_took away my
pie_for breakfust,” grumbled_Grandpa, and everybody laughed.

Doctor_Brown lit his_pipe_and retired behind the newspaper, but found
himself thinking less about State politics and the_rise_in certain
stocks_than_about_the new idea that his_father had unwittingly let fall.
Yes,_there was_no doubt about it; it was his little_favorite_and Miss
Morrison, between_them, who had boldly thrown open the windows and_waked
up the sleepy children in stuffy_school-rooms, who had_set_the_fashion
of long cross-country walks_among the younger set, had revived_toboggan
parties and skeeing and “one-day camps,”_who had, in short, conducted an
effective “anti-tuberculosis_campaign” under the disguise of “fun.”_He
had not realized before how_much they_were all indebted to that_natural
hunger for fresh_air, so_naïvely confessed by_his “outdoor girl.”

“Though it _is_ bad_for my business—and_the undertaker’s,” he humorously
admitted to himself.

__  ___* _  __ *__     *__     * _   __*

On that same midsummer_day, Stella herself, with loyal_Cynthia at
her side and Scotty acting_alternately as_scout and_rear-guard, was
harvesting a field yellow with feathery wild mustard, down at_“Uncle
Si’s place.” That eccentric bachelor had_offered to pay handsomely_for
the extermination_of_the weed by_gathering_its seed,_and this bounty,
together with the market price_of five_cents a pound, had spurred the
girls_to unusual exertions.

The work__was__hard, and they had been at_it steadily for two or three
hours,_when, with shoulders that ached_from_stooping_and faces glowing
with heat, they_straightened up at last, and looked_longingly over toward
the_cool shade of Wolcott’s Woods.

“Let’s get a_drink_at the spring, and then sit_under_that tree awhile and
rest,” begged Cynthia._“I’ve_got_some sandwiches and a splendid_book in
my pocket.”

“Well,” consented Stella, “I_suppose we might. You’ve