from being run over by the car. Our little cousins, one and two years of age, were neatly dressed in pretty white dresses, straw hats, and shoes. Compared to our barefeet and dirty faces, from running through the mud puddles, they looked like dolls we had seen in the old catalogue. They had no toys; not much like the children of today, who arrive loaded down with so many. Having no toys at home, we were able to start on even ground to get along. Within a short time our two little shy cousins, were out barefoot with us, in the water having fun. Mother and Ida who stayed with us for several days, brought us in for supper, and after a good soaking in the big round washtub, we were now seven tired children been put to bed. That was one night we never heard the last of mothers little prayer, of laying us down to sleep. The next morning being aware of our little cousin's accents, we tried to mimic them, until mother gave us a scolding for our nonsense, that put an end of our ever been able to talk Yankee. Our first romp that day was across the way to the cookhouse, to show off our little cousins. Before we left those delicious 53