Your father and I would like a few words ourselves with these guests of
ours."

"Guests of _ours_," corrected Midget, gayly. "Cousin Jack says he's
never going to grow up!"'

But after lingering good-nights, the brother and sister, arm in arm,
went into the house.

"Aren't they dandies!" exclaimed King, as they went upstairs.

"Gay!" agreed Marjorie. "Won't we have fun on the Fourth! Oh, I was _so_
surprised to see them, weren't you, King?"

"Yep. The Craigs will like Cousin Jack, won't they?"

"Yes, indeed, and Hester, too. Good-night, King."

"Good-night, Mopsy Midget. Here!" and as a final compliment, King pulled
off her hair-ribbon and handed it to her with a dancing-school bow.

Marjorie gave his hair an affectionate tweak, and with these
good-natured attentions they parted.




CHAPTER VII

THE GLORIOUS FOURTH