THE CHARM THAT KEEPS MEN YOUNGBill awoke with a start to hear the voice of Phineas Meadow bellowing through the night. “Lois, come back here! I command you not to go with that man! You are to accompany us to the village!”
There was no reply. Sensing that he was alone in the tent, Bill threw back his blankets and stepped to the doorway to see, in the feeble starlight, the shadowy form of a canoe containing two figures shove off from the landing and shoot rapidly downriver. Halfway between the cabin and the landing Phineas stood with the skirts of a flannel nightgown flapping ludicrously about his thin shanks. Catching sight of Bill, the old man advanced to the tent, picking his way gingerly in his bare feet. “Never before has Lois flouted me to my face,” he complained. “Never has she delib
