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"You see I have been writing a sort of diary, about everything I think and do, to send to my father, but I don't know where he is because he has gone away on a mission for our country and it has to be kept a secret, but I thought " Her voice broke a little and she held the letter tightly in her hands. Barbara, feeling how close the tears were to Keineth's bright eyes, crossed quickly to her side.
But after she had heard him play she lost her shyness, for in his music she heard the voices she loved. He called her "little one," and told her long stories of Liszt and Chopin and the other masters. "They are the people that live forever," he would say. One rainy afternoon after school Peggy went to Keineth's room and found its door shut.
But it was a stranger sight for the Lees when the big limousine drew up at their curb and Pilot dashed from its door, followed by Keineth and a very, very old man who leaned one hand upon Keineth's shoulder. "Pilot!" cried Billy, who had seen them through the window. "And that old man!" echoed Peggy. In the hall Billy was on his knees with his arms around Pilot's neck.
Carol's third caught the top of the bunker, shot into the air and dropped back into the sand pit! "Oh-h!" breathed Peggy delightedly into Keineth's ear. She knew it was the worst bunker on the course. But difficulties only made Carol Day play the better. She studied the shot for several moments while Barbara and the gallery watched with tense interest.
While Barbara and Peggy were busy spreading a picnic table under the apple tree, Keineth told Grandma Sparks of her own father and how he had gone away to serve his country, too; but that it was a secret and no one knew he was a soldier because he wore no uniform. "The truest hearts aren't always under a uniform, my dear," and the old lady patted Keineth's hand.
The little leaves on the trees were quivering with new life and the birds were chirping loudly and busily in the branches, fussing over their housekeeping. But Keineth's heart was too heavy to respond! She walked around and around the square, staring miserably at the people who passed her and always keeping in sight of the long windows where the pink geraniums shone in the spring sunlight.
Lee turned and said: "Here is the little stranger I have brought with me." "Hello," said Peggy, smiling. Alice smiled, too, but hung back a little, and Billy swept a critical glance over Keineth's city-clad little figure. Mr. Lee, holding Alice's hand in his, was walking toward an automobile in which sat the eldest daughter. "I'm awfully glad you came," began Peggy as the children followed.
"I I can't it's from the President, I guess " A wave of embarrassment seized her and she stopped short, wishing that she might run away with her treasure. "The President writing to you! Oh, say " Billy snorted in derision. Peggy, offended at Keineth's shyness, turned her back upon her. "I don't want to see your letter, anyway," she said ungraciously.
Keineth's clear, straightforward gaze made Billy drop his eyes in sudden shame. "Play square," she said sternly. And Billy played square! Their opponents had not a chance! "Well, Billy did wake up," some one said and some one else added: "If they'd lost it would have been his fault. That Randolph girl played a corking game for her age!" They had won the tennis tournament!
"It looks too simple for the President it ought to have more flourishes to it and titles and things, shouldn't it, Ken? You copy it and we'll walk straight down to the post office and mail it so that it will go on to-night's train." Tears were far from Keineth's eyes as she walked by Barbara's side down the white road between the fields of daisies and buttercups.
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