ETHEL'S SECOND TRIP


The time arrived for the Hollisters to start. There were tears in
Archibald Hollister's eyes as he kissed them goodbye at the train. Within
the last year his life had been happier. He had seen more of his wife and
had grown to love her better than he had since Ethel was a child. She and
he were together nearly all of the time, and it was like reading over a
forgotten love story.

"Don't you worry, papa," said Ethel, patting his cheek. "We're going
to keep well and have a lovely summer, and when you come up for your
vacation you'll be like a boy again."

"Yes, Archie," spoke up Mrs. Hollister "Be sure that Mirinda gives you
good things to eat and has them well cooked. She'll have little else to
do, and you go out and call on the Bigelows and Judsons. Take in the
moving pictures and roof gardens. I'll trust you," she laughed, "but
don't fail to write me three times a week, will you, telling me how
things are going on. And don't let Mirinda's young man come to the house
but once a week and on Sundays."

"Remember everything," laughed Ethel.

Grandmother kissed her son and murmured:

"God bless you, Archie. I expect to take on a new lease of life."

"Do mother," said the man, "we all need you."