Visiting Mrs. Campbell was always great fun for a child in southern Maryland. Mrs. Campbell was from Scotland, and talked as no one else the child had ever heard. Besides that, she had had marvelous adventures and been to lands the child had only read about and seen pictures of. She had danced in the Vienna of Franz Joseph and crossed the Atlantic in the days of the great ocean liners. Her eyes would sparkle as she entertained the child with her reminiscences, and it was plain, as she talked, she was reliving it all again. On special occasions she might pull out some memento from those fashionable girlhood days and, merely by touching the relic, both the old lady and her young auditor would be transported back into that event, or else the event was mysteriously propelled into the present. …