Passively she allowed him to embrace her as he had greeted the other sisters, and then squirming out of his arms, she backed into a corner, where she frowned impartially on the excited group, all talking at once, while she tried to puzzle out how this man could be "Grandpa" when all her own relatives had long since been carried away by the angels. "I'll bet he is a make-believe," she told herself; "and he's got them all fooled proper. Maybe he wants the farm, seeing old Skinflint didn't get it. I am going to ask Mrs. Grinnell. She had sense enough to run when the kissing began." Peace slipped noiselessly through the nearby door, and fled to the kitchen, where their kind neighbor was busy dishing up the forgotten dinner, demanding, "Is he really a grandpa we didn't know anything about, or is he a make-believe _frog_?" "Make-believe frog!" echoed matter-of-fact Mrs. Grinnell. "Do you mean fraud? Well, he certainly ain't a fraud, Peace Greenfield! He's a big man. Everyone in the state knows him, pretty near. He is Dr. Campbell of the University. 'Tisn't every little girl that can have an adopted--Peace, I am afraid you and Cherry will have to wait until the rest are through eating." "That's where you are mistaken," returned Peace with energy. "Gail said only last night that there was room for all." "But she wasn't expecting the Campbells for supper." "Oh, dear, if that ain't always the way! Gail, must I wait?" Gail had just hurriedly entered the kitchen, fearful lest the forgotten dinner was spoiled, but seeing the great bowl of gravy on the table, and Mrs. Grinnell busy mashing the potatoes, she sighed in relief and stopped to answer, "I am afraid you must, dear." "After you said we wouldn't have to?" "I didn't look for Grandpa and Grandma Campbell until later, Peace. We can't ask _them_ to wait." "Faith and Hope might for once. They _never_ have to!" "Faith is to serve dinner, and Hope is needed at the table." "Which I s'pose means Cherry and me ain't needed," cried the disappointed child. "Peace! I am ashamed of such a little pig." "It ain't piggishness, Gail. I don't want a whole hen, I want just a drumstick," protested Peace, with two real tears in her eyes. "Oh, dear, now we are in for a scene," sighed the older girl, anxious to avert the storm. "Now be reasonable, Peace. If you will wait like a good little girl, you shall have a drumstick. Look at Cherry,--she doesn't make a fuss at all. You will be sorry by and by if you cry and get your eyes all red." "Is there to be a s'prise?" asked Peace in animated curiosity. "Yes, _such_ a splendid one!" "I'm not going to cry, Gail. Those two tears just got loose 'fore I knew it. I will stay in the parlor with Cherry all right, but don't take too long a time eating dinner, and _don't_ forget my drumstick."