Manchurian Books

Then came dinner, a splendid and heavy repast which
constrained her to take a nap. After the nap she felt better, and
sat out on the front porch to learn crocheting from grandma.
For a while Pete sat with them, and Polly Currier from next door
came over, too. She looked awfully pretty all in white--white
shirtwaist and white duck skirt and white canvas oxfords. Presently
Pete suggested that Polly go into the parlour with him to look at
some college snapshots. Missy wondered why he didn't bring them out
to the porch where it was cooler, but she was too polite to ask.
They stayed in there a long time--what were they doing? For long
spaces she couldn't even hear their voices. Grandma chattered away
with her usual vivacity; presently she suggested that they leave off
crocheting and work on paper-flowers a while. What a delight! Missy
was just learning the intricacies of peonies, and adored to squeeze
the rosy tissue-paper over the head of a hat-pin and observe the
amazing result.
"Run up to my room, dear," said grandma. "You'll find the box on the
closet shelf.


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