RAN across grandmother's geograph this morning, The Village Elementary Geography, standing primly beside Bob's First Year Latin Lessons. Bob is my nephew. Grandmother's book is yellowed with age, but, save for a few thumb prints, the pages are clean and without dog ears. It is still covered with the bright calico which her grandmother sewed on for her to keep the book from being soiled or injured when the little girl carried it to school.
Grandmother's name and the date are on the fly leaf written in a cramped childish hand, for grandmother was only eight when she got the book, and the date is near the beginning of the last century. They had respect for books in those days.
Robert's book presents a somewhat different appearance. It was bought only a
