"You'd look nice, wouldn't you?" says Brother scornful. "A limousine!"

"But Bud Adams let me drive theirs; in Boston too," protests Marjorie.

"Bud Adams is a bonehead, then," says Dudley.

"Dudley Chandler," snaps Sister, her eyes throwin' off sparks, "don't
you dare talk that way about my friends!"

"Huh!" says Brother. "If there ever was a boob, that Bud Adams is----"

Say, there's only a flash and a squeal before Sister has landed a smack
on his jaw and has both hands in his hair. Looked like a real
rough-house session, right there in the lib'ry, when there comes a call
for me down the stairs from Mrs. Ellins. She wants to know if I'm
ready.

[Illustration: Sister has landed a smack on his jaw.]

"Waitin' here, Ma'am," says I, steppin' out into the hall.

"And Marjorie and Dudley?" says she. "Are the dear young folks ready
too?"

"I'll ask 'em," says I. And with that I dodges hack where they're
standin' glarin' at each other. "Well," says I, "is it to be a go to a
finish, or----"

"Come, Marjorie," says Dudley, "be decent."