"I dunno! We can't shoot things or make much noise, until Father and
Mother get up. It would be mean to wake them."

"Oh, pshaw! they can't be asleep through all this racket that is going
on. Hear the shooting all around."

"Well, we'll see. Let's get outdoors, anyhow."

The children opened the front door, and there, sitting on the veranda
steps, his head leaning against a pillar, sat Cousin Jack, apparently
sound asleep.

"Will you look at that!" said King, in a whisper. "Has he been here all
night, do you s'pose?"

"No, 'course not. But I s'pose he's been here some time. Do you think
he's really asleep?"

"He looks so. What shall we do with him?"

"Dress him up," commanded Marjorie, promptly, and pulling off her wide
hair-ribbons, she proceeded to tie one around Cousin Jack's neck, and
one around his head, giving that gentleman a very festive appearance.

After she had arranged the bows to her satisfaction, Cousin Jack
obligingly woke up,--though, as a matter of fact, he hadn't been to
sleep!

"Why, if here isn't Mehitabel!" he exclaimed; "and Hezekiah, too! What a