hurry in; Jane will be furious if her biscuits grow cold."

The two weeks passed only too quickly. They spent their days touring
all over Ohio, so it seemed to Ethel, and at night the young people came
in shoals to see her, while the grown-ups had bridge parties. Said Mrs.
Hollister:

"How hospitable and lovely these Westerners are. I had no idea that they
were so refined."

"What did you expect to meet, Mother?" laughed Ethel--"not cowboys?"

"Susan," said Grandmother one morning, "I notice that you curl your hair.
It's very becoming, I think."

"Alice, you don't consider me too old, do you? Sometimes I wonder if I'm
not sort of making a fool of myself, but Ethel got me in the way of it
and I try to keep the front as fluffy as possible, for she asked me to.
And I've another confession to make," said Aunt Susan. "Alice, I blue my
hair--regular bluing water so as to keep it white. There now--what do you
think of that?"

"So do I, Susan," laughed her sister. "I've done it for several years. It
certainly does improve the color. Grey hairs grow so yellow looking. The
child is right. We ought to keep ourselves up while we're able. We polish
up old mahogany and keep it fresh and clean--why not old women?" and the
two laughed merrily.

"I think the Camp Fire business has made a woman of Ethel, don't you?"