we have a day nursery for the little folks." She smiled down at
Jimmie and Sally. "Wouldn't you like us to take care of yours
while the grown-ups are working?" She made the older children
feel grown-up by the polite way she looked at them.

"I've heard of the Centers," Grandma said, leaning on her broom.
"But I never did get much notion what you did with the young-ones
there."

"Well, all sorts of things," said the girl. "They sing and make
things and learn Bible verses. And in the afternoon they have a
nap-time. It's loads of fun for them."

"They take their lunch along?" Grandma inquired.

"Oh, no! A good hot lunch is part of the program."

"But, then, how much does it cost?"

"A nickel apiece a day."

"Come, come, young lady, that don't make sense," Grandpa
objected. "You'd lose money lickety-split."

The girl laughed. "We aren't doing it for money. We get money
and supplies from groups of women in all the different churches.
The owner of the bog helps, too. But we'll have to hurry, or
your row boss will be tooting his whistle." Her eyes were
admiring children and shack as she talked. Though not like
Grandma's lost house, this camp was already clean and orderly.