"Very different from Peggy," thought Barbara.

Aware after a little that Keineth's face wore a perplexed frown, she
said to her:

"Can I help you, Ken?"

"If you'll just tell me how to address a letter to the President,
please."

"The President! What President?"

"The President of the United States."

"Good gracious--" Barbara, dropping her sewing, stared at Keineth in
amazement. "I thought--no wonder you're using a dictionary! I am sure I
would, too! But--" Keineth broke in hastily. "You see I have been
writing a sort of diary, about everything I think and do, to send to my
father, but I don't know where he is because he has gone away on a
mission for our country and it has to be kept a secret, but I
thought--" Her voice broke a little and she held the letter tightly in
her hands.

Barbara, feeling how close the tears were to Keineth's bright eyes,
crossed quickly to her side.

"Oh, I see!" she said briskly. "What a splendid idea! Of course the
President will know where he is and will send it to him. Let me
think--we learned all that in school and had to address make-believe