Barbara interrupted, shuddering. "No--no! I can't bear to think there is a war right now--"
"Child--I had thought that never again in my lifetime would this world know a war! We have much to learn, yet--we are not ready for a lasting peace. But it will come!"
"That's what my father says--we must all learn to live like families in a nice street," added Keineth gravely.
"Oh, well--if the girls can't stand a story about the war, tell us something about the early settlers! I like adventure--if I'd lived in those days you bet I'd have discovered something!" "I remember," mused the old lady, "a story my father used to tell! We have the papers about it somewhere. Let me think--it was about a trading post on the Ohio and a captive maiden brought there by the Indians!"
Billy threw his cap in the air.
"Indians! Hooray!"
CHAPTER IX
THE CAPTIVE MAIDEN
Grandma Sparks folded her hands contentedly in her lap and fastened her eyes upon the distant tree-tops.