"At my age, too," began Miss Helen Campbell, leaning back in her seat and folding her hands with an expression of resignation. "At your age, what, dear cousin?" demanded Wilhelmina Campbell, superintending the strapping on at the back of the car of five extra large suit cases and other paraphernalia for a long trip. "Why should not things happen at your age as well as at ours? But at your age, what?" "At my age to turn emigrant," exclaimed the little lady. "At my age to become a gypsy vagabond. Oh, dear, oh, dear What would grandpapa have said?" "He would have been delighted, I am certain, Cousin Helen," answered her young relative, "since he was a soldier and a jolly old gentleman, too, papa has always said." "But such an up to date gypsy-vagabond-emigrant, Miss Campbell," pursued Elinor Butler, "one who rides in a motor car and wears a silk traveling coat and a sky-blue chiffon veil."