BETSY GRISCOM looked thoughtfully up and down the long table. Her father and mother, her six older sisters, her small brother George, as well as Betsy herself, were sitting around it. Only Martha, two, and the baby, six months old, were already in bed. Betsy counted carefully.
“Ten people,” she said, puzzled. “Ten people are sitting at this table, and there isn’t room for any more. What are we going to do when the baby and Martha are old...