THE GREAT ROAD

common except determination. The Whites had two very sporty automobiles — a Mercer and a Crane Simplex and Mrs. White had horn buttons installed beside the back seat of each because, she explained, she was always very nervous going around corners or passing other automobiles, and her chauffeur never blew the horn enough to satisfy her. She had a mild interest in horses and     a strong interest in stylish clothes, and she occasionally drove around town in a straw pony cart with wire wheels and a tasseled sunshade. She never rode horseback, but her children did. I well remember a horse show at Red Acre Farm in Stow, where her   son Billy and I were the only boys exhibiting. There were a       great many girls — in fact, as many girls as there were blue   ribbons. When the lady judge handed us second prizes, she apologized and said that had they known so many people were coming, they would have ordered more blue ribbons; under the circumstances, it was only polite to give what they had to the     girls !
   Mrs. White was a dreamy soul and amused herself by writing poetry and communicating, through "table tipping" with her         son Timothy, who died in infancy. Immediately after their house     in Kendal Green burned, two of the younger children came to     stay with us. One day I found them sitting at a small table with   their fingertips resting gently on the edge.
   "What are you doing?" I asked.
   "Playing Timothy," replied the younger of the two, who was    only about four years old.

   Between our dining-room and front porch there was a narrow window, well above eye level, for letting air in and keeping

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