“‘Oh,’ she said, ‘I know what she means. Why, that isn’t anyone calling you, dear. That’s the locusts and they say, ‘Pha—raoh! Pha—raoh!’ But it does sound like ‘Sa—rah,’ doesn’t it? And I am very glad you thought they said ‘Sa—rah’ and answered them or Stanley wouldn’t have found you and you might have been up in the berry patch all night.’
“There, that was a long story, wasn’t it? Hurry to bed now, for you know,
“Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.”
ONE FOURTH OF JULY
Grandma had promised the children a Fourth of July story, and Bobby and Alice and Pink drew up their stools and waited eagerly for her to begin.
“Father was going to take us to Clayville to the Fourth of July celebration,” Grandma began. “We were all going except Mother and Nanny Dodds, who was helping us over hay harvest. I had been to Clayville once before.
“‘But that time it was on just a common everyday day,’ as I told Nanny. ‘This will be different.’
“We were to start early—early in the morning—for Clayville was twelve miles away and we did not want to miss a single thing.