The trip was pleasant. The scenery was fine and the country looked as
though it had been freshly swept and dusted, everything seemed so clean.
Grandmother's eyes glistened with pleasure. They were to stop at Akron
first, where they were to leave Grandmother, and after a visit of a week
Ethel and her mother were to go on to Columbus and hence to Camp.

As the train drew into the depot at Akron, there stood Tom with Aunt
Susan, but what a metamorphosis! Tom just escaped being a fashionably
dressed swell. He was too manly for that. He wore a blue serge suit,
colored negligee shirt with tie to match, a Panama hat, and russet ties.
His handsome face was so full of character that Mrs. Hollister whispered
to Ethel:

"What a remarkably distinguished looking man he is. You never told me of
his being so."

Ethel blushed when Tom took her up and kissed her as he might have done
had she been his sister, and as for Aunt Susan, even Grandmother gazed
at her with amazement. She was attired in a modish little automobile
bonnet, close fitting and of grey, while her grey linen suit gave her
an up-to-date air, for now, she proudly informed Ethel, Tom owned his
own car.

"Aunt Susan, you look out of sight," said Ethel, kissing her. "I never
knew you."

Mrs. Hollister was happy. Ethel had not half told her, and she was
agreeably disappointed. They took their seats in the new and commodious
car and soon reached the little house. The ingrain and rag carpets had