FLYING IN THE FACE OF SUPERSTITION "Oh, mother, isn't it nice to be home again ?" Grace Harlowe dropped into her favorite chair and surveyed the familiar living-room with the same glad appreciation she would have bestowed upon a long-lost friend.

"I've loved being with the girls; but, after all, home is best.

I'm fortunate in that I am going to live so near to you.

If Tom goes back to the Forestry Department this winter, I'm afraid I shall leave Haven Home more than once to take care of itself and come trotting back to you.

It will be dreadfully lonely there with Tom away.