"Why, he said it just now--didn't you, Daddy?"

"Not exactly; but that's what I was going to say," said Daddy, smiling
into Joyce's shining eyes.

After that, it wasn't a bit hard to tell Grandpa and Grandma good-by.
"Only until next summer," whispered Joyce when she kissed Grandma for
the last time.

Long months followed, but June came at last. One happy day the children
came home and threw their books down on the table; and Don raced through
the house singing the last song he had learned at school:

"School is done! school is done!
Toss up caps and have a run!"

"And now," said Mother that night, "we must begin to get ready for our
trips. Are you sure, children, that you still want to go to Grandma's?"

"Sure!" whooped Don, dancing about the room; while Joyce answered quietly,
"You know, Mother, that nothing could ever change my mind."

"Very well," said Mother. "Tomorrow we must go shopping, for you will
need some new clothes--good, dark colored clothes to work and play in,
so Grandma won't have to be washing all summer."

What fun they had in the days that followed! Mother's sewing machine
hummed for many hours every day. And at last she got out the little trunk
and began to carefully pack away the neatly folded gingham dresses, the
blue shirts and overalls, a few toys and other things she knew the