Dick came to the door with half of Jimmie's funnies, his mouth
open; and Jimmie hobbled in, bent almost double, thin hand on
crippled knee. Julie slipped politely away.

Then the news came out. The woman from the "Family Society" had
called that day and had advised Grandma to put the children into
a Home. When Grandma would not listen, the woman went on to the
shop and talked with Grandpa.

"Her telling us they wasn't getting enough milk and vegetables!"
Grandma scolded, wiping her eyes with one hand and smoothing back
Rose-Ellen's curls with the other. "Saying Jimmie'd ought to be
where he'd get sunshine without roasting. Good as telling me we
don't know how to raise children, and her without a young-one to
her name."

Grandpa blew his nose. "Well, it takes money to give the kids the
vittles they ought to have."

"I won't go away from my own house!" howled Jimmie.

Rose-Ellen and Dick blinked at each other. It was one thing to
scrap a little and quite another to be entirely apart. And the
baby. . . .

"Would Miss Piper take . . . Sally?" Rose-Ellen quavered.

Grandma nodded, lips tight.