poem, and they acted it all out. You never saw anything so
delicious. Mrs. Lloyd came up just in time to see Mabel limping
about as the old Corporal! The cherry tree was the steeple, of
course, and both your sons, you'll be ashamed to hear, were
redcoats. Next week they expect to do Paul Revere, and I daresay
we'll have the entire war, before we're through. You are both
cordially invited."

"I'll come," said the doctor's wife, smiling. "I love this garden.
And to take care of the boys and have a good time myself is more
than I ever thought I'd do in this life!"

"I live on this bank," said Mrs. Burgoyne, leaning back luxuriously
in her big chair, to stare idly up through the apple-tree to the
blue sky. "I'm going to teach the children all their history and
poetry and myths, out here. It makes it so real to them, to act it.
Jo and Ellen and I read Barbara Frietchie out here a few weeks ago,
and they've wanted it every day or two, since."

"We won't leave anything for the schools to do," said little Mrs.
Brown.

"All the better," Mrs. Burgoyne said, cheerfully.

"Well, excuse me!" Mrs. Lloyd, holding the linen cuff she was
embroidering at arm's length, and studying it between half-closed
lids. "I am only too glad to turn Mabel over to somebody else part
of the time. You don't know what she is when she begins to ask
questions!"