Remember the times Mother would read to us from this old Children's Literature book? (Her college text) One time that I vividly remember was when we were all so ill after Christmas in 1942, with Louise, Dwight and me in bed at one time. I particularly remember Mother reading the myth of Bacchus and Philemon to us - the one where the poor couple entertained a traveling vagrant when no one else in the village would, and he rewarded them by ensuring that their pitcher pouring "milk" would never be dry. What was my astonishment in 6th grade when we read the myths, to discover that the pitcher was really a wine pitcher. I suppose that grape juice would have more nearly fit what we knew about what people drank. (Being of a romantic nature, my favorite story was "Beauty and the Beast".) Be sure to click on the text page, so that you can read the story that is there.