"He's yours, Brother," said Ralph, smiling like the dear big
brother he was. "Yours to take care of and love, and to name."

"Hasn't he any name?" asked Brother, hugging the fat puppy, who
seemed to like it and tried to say so with his little red tongue.
"I don't know what to name a puppy dog."

"Call him 'Brownie,'" suggested Sister, down on her knees on the
floor, watching the dog with shining eyes. "I think that is a nice
name."

"So do I," agreed Brother.

"I do, too," said Ralph. "And now you must get dressed if you are
not to be late for breakfast; and I must go down now--I have to
take an earlier train in."

"Won't you come to the party?" begged Sister, as Ralph stood up to
go.

"Don't believe I'll be home in time," he answered. "But you can
tell me all about it and that will be almost as nice."

Mother Morrison came in to help them dress and she kissed Brother
six times because it was his birthday. He wore a new blue sailor
suit, and Sister put on her next-to-the-best hair-ribbon in his
honor.

"I like birthdays," sighed Brother, slipping into his seat at the