Sister was satisfied and hurried off to her bathing. When she came
out of the bathroom, she found Brother sleepily waiting for her,
sitting up, in his bed.

"If you hear Ralph in the morning," he told her earnestly, "you
call me, 'cause I want to see my own birthday present before you
do."

"Can't I look at it if you're not awake?" asked Sister hopefully.

"No, you mustn't," said Brother firmly. "It's my birthday present,
and I want to see it first. Now you remember!"

Mother Morrison kissed them both, put a screen in another window,
for the night was warm, and snapped off the light. It was time for
Brother and Sister to be asleep.

"Roddy!" whispered Sister softly.

"Uh-huh?" came sleepily from Brother.

"Suppose I can't help looking when Ralph opens the door?"

Brother roused himself.

"You mustn't," he repeated. "It's my birthday. I wouldn't look
first if it was your birthday present. You can shut your eyes,
can't you?"

Sister sighed, and a big yawn came and surprised the sigh.