A Memoir of a Holiday

Rob, named for grandpa, and teddy, a happy, go lucky baby who seemed to have inherited his papa's sunshiny temper as well as his mother's lively et. How they ever grew up alive in that whirlpool of boys was a mystery to their grandma and aunts. But they flourished like dandelions in spring. And their rough nurses loved and served them well. There were a great many holidays at plumfield, and one of the most delightful was the yearly apple picking. Five years after jo's wedding, one of these fruitful festivals occurred a mellow october day when the air was full of an exhilarating freshness which made the spirits rise