"I've asked in three or four of the young people for a candy pull,"
said she.

"Who, mother?" asked Orde.

"Your crowd. The Smiths, Collinses, Jane Hubbard, and Her," said
Grandma Orde, which probably went to show that she had in the
meantime been making inquiries, and was satisfied with them.

"Do you suppose they'll care for candy pulling?" hazarded Orde a
little doubtfully.

"You mean, will she?" countered Grandma. "Well, I hope for both
your sakes she is not beyond a little old-fashioned fun."

So it proved. The young people straggled in at an early hour after
supper--every one had supper in those days. Carroll Bishop and Jane
arrived nearly the last. Orde stepped into the hall to help them
with their wraps. He was surprised as he approached Miss Bishop to
lift her cloak from her shoulders, to find that the top of her
daintily poised head, with its soft, fine hair, came well below the
level of his eyes. Somehow her poise, her slender grace of movement
and of attitude, had lent her the impression of a stature she did
not possess. To-night her eyes, while fathomless as ever, shone
quietly in anticipation.

"Do you know," she told Orde delightedly, "I have never been to a
real candy pull in my life. It was so good of your mother to ask
me. What a dear she looks to-night. And is that your father? I'm