why don't you! _That's_ the country to get rich in! You'll see
sights the other side of the Mississippi!"

"I'm too old for such undertakings," said Grandma Padgett, passing
over the mover's exuberance with a smile.

"Why, we have a granny over ninety with us!" he declared. "Now's the
time to start if you want to see the great western country."

Zene drove off the 'pike on the temporary track made by so many
vehicles, and Grandma Padgett followed, the Virginian showing them a
good spot near the liveliest part of the camp, upon which they might
pitch.

The family sat in the-carriage while Zene took out the horses,
sheltered the wagon under thick foliage where rain scarcely
penetrated, and stretched the canvas for a tent. Then Grandma Padgett
put on her rubber overshoes, pinned a shawl about her and descended;
and their fire was soon burning, their kettle was soon boiling, in
defiance of water streams which frequently trickled from the leaves
and fell on the coals with a hiss. The firelight shone through slices
of clear pink ham put down to broil. Aunt Corinne laid the cloth on a
box which Zene took out of the wagon for her, and set the cups and
saucers, the sugar and preserves, and little seed cakes which grew
tenderer the longer you kept them, all in tempting order. They had
baker's bread and gingercakes in the carriage. Since her adventure at
the Susan house, Grandma Padgett had taken care to put provisions in
the carriage pockets. Then aunt Corinne, assisted by her nephew, got
potatoes from the sack, wrapped them in wet wads of paper, and
roasted them in the ashes. A potato so roasted may be served up with