PAGE AUNT 'LIZA'S HERO 13 THE CAPTAIN'S CELEBRATION 35 JODE'S CIRCUS MONEY 51 JIMMY'S ERRAND 71 WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY AT HARDYVILLE 89 AN OLD DAGUERREOTYPE 113 ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE "AT FIRST HE ALWAYS BROUGHT SOME BOY WITH HIM" (_See page 43_) _Frontispiece_ "SHE LISTENED INTENTLY, EXPECTANTLY" 28 "SHE SAT SMILING HAPPILY IN THE DEPTHS OF THE BLACK SUNBONNET" 31 "MR. GATES KICKED HIS FEET AGAINST THE ANDIRONS" 93 AUNT 'LIZA'S HERO AUNT 'LIZA BARNES leaned over the front gate at the end of the garden path, and pulled her black sunbonnet farther over her wrinkled face to shade her dim eyes from the glare of the morning sun. Something unusual was happening down the street, judging from the rapidly approaching noise and dust. Aunt 'Liza had been weeding her little vegetable garden at the back of the house when she first heard the confused shouting of many voices. She thought it was a runaway, and hurried to the gate as fast as her rheumatic joints would allow. Runaway teams had often startled the sleepy streets of this little Indiana village, but never before had such a wild procession raced through its thoroughfares. Two well-grown calves dashed past, dragging behind them an overturned, home-made cart, to which they were harnessed by pieces of clothes-lines and rusty trace-chains. Behind them came a breathless crowd of shouting boys and barking dogs. They were gasping in the heat and the clouds of yellow dust their feet had kicked up. Aunt 'Liza's black sunbonnet leaned farther over the gate as she called shrilly to the boy who brought up the rear, "What's the matter, Ben?" The boy dropped out of the race and came back and leaned against the fence, still grinning. "Running isn't much in my line," he panted, as he wiped his fat, freckled face on his shirtsleeve. "But it was too funny to see them calves kick up their heels and light out. One is Joe Meadows's and one is Jeff Whitman's. They're broke in to work single, and pull all right that way. But the boys took a notion to make 'em work double. This is the first time they've tried it. Put bits in their mouths, too, and drive 'em with reins like horses. My! But didn't they go lickety-split!" Aunt 'Liza chuckled. Seventy-five years had made her bent and feeble, but her sense of fun and her sympathies were still fresh and quick. Every boy in the place felt that she was his friend. In her tumble-down cottage on the outskirts of the town she lived alone, excepting when her drunken, thriftless son Henry came back to be taken care of awhile. She supported herself by selling vegetables, chickens, and eggs.