BY MARY STARR CONEY.


"Oh, Eloise! Where are you going?" Marjorie Blake rushed down the steps
as she caught sight of her friend dressed in her very best clothes and
carrying a small valise.

"Guess where! It's the best place in the whole world!"

"Away on the train?" questioned Marjorie eagerly.

"Of course. My grandma doesn't live here. Goodness! I told you!" laughed
Eloise. "Would you have guessed?"

"No, for I didn't know you had a grandma."

"Why, of course, I have! Haven't you?"

"No, Eloise."

"How awful!" Eloise dropped the valise in her dismay. "Why, Fannie Green
has two. I've only one, but she is the sweetest, beautifulest grandma
you ever saw. I'm awfully sorry you haven't got one. But here comes
mamma, so good-by."

After Eloise had gone away, Marjorie walked slowly back to the house.
She had never felt the loss of a grandmother before, but now it weighed
heavily upon her.