lying on her bed, in her nightie, looking at the pictures while
Brother splashed in the tub and Mother Morrison waited for him to
stop playing and use the soap to lather himself, instead of
pretending it was a boat, when Dick knocked on the door.

"Look here!" he said, opening it and thrusting in his head. "Have
either of you kids been in my room today?"

"How nice you are!" cried Sister, sitting up to look at Dick, who,
indeed, did seem very nice, though he was without his coat.

"I'm twenty minutes late now," growled Dick. "I've hunted
everywhere for my collar buttons and studs, and I can't find
them."





CHAPTER V

DICK'S BUTTONS


Before Sister could say anything, in pranced Brother, very pink
and clean from his hot bath and treading on his gray bathrobe at
every other step.

"Have you been meddling with my things again?" demanded Dick.
"Mother, I've an engagement at eight o'clock and it's quarter past