''There's a day for everything,'' said Aunt Dee. ''There's a Secretaries' Day, and a Take Your Daughter to Work Day, and an Eat Whatever You Want Even Though It's Fattening Day....''

''I never heard of that one,'' I interrupted.

''I just made it up because I'm going to eat a big piece of chocolate,'' she said. ''It's probably good for me, anyway. But that's not what I was leading up to. There's a day for everything except for not killing anyone. Every day in the paper there's a story about people bombing each other all over the world, and shooting each other, and poisoning each other with germs. Wouldn't it be nice if for one whole day everyone would stop killing everyone else?''

''Yes, it would,'' I agreed.

''If just for that one day nobody got killed, think how many more days of life those people that would have died would have,'' she mused. ''I'm going to write a letter to the United Nations telling them to declare a World Peace Day, with no killing for one whole day. Mothers' Day would be a good time to hold it.''

''You think it would work?'' I asked.

''I read a story once about some woman with a fancy name who got all the other women to go on strike from their wifely duties until their men stopped fighting each other. It worked in the story. I bet it would work for real.''

''So change your name to Lysistrata and unite the women of the world,'' I said.

''I wish I could,'' said Aunt Dee with unwonted humility.