Plainsville

Happy little day-dreams of what was to come with the coming June! End of chapter 3 CHAPTER IV.

ONE FLEW WEST Out in the village of Plainsville, Kansas, the rain was running in torrents down the gables of the little brown house where the Ware family lived.

It had rained all day, a cold, steady pour, until the world outside had taken on the appearance of early March instead of late May.

Holland and Mary and the baby—they called him Baby, still, although he was nearly four—were playing menagerie in the corners of the dining-room.

I'd wish for dinner to be served elegantly in courses as Henri did it there every night, and I'd hear old Monsieur making his little jokes over the walnuts and wine.' and afterward there wouldn't be any dishes for me to wash as there are here and at bedtime marie would come with my candle and untie my slippers and brush my hair oh it's so nice to be waited on you don't know how much i miss it sometimes it is horrid to be poor Mary and Holland listened in flattering silence.

They had great respect for their thirteen-year-old sister, who had been across seas and visited old chateaux where kings and queens once lived.

She was the only child in Plainsville who could boast the distinction of having been abroad, and there was a glamour about it that enchanted them.

They were never tired of hearing her adventures.