station, Brother and Sister began to have queer feelings. Yes'm,
they both felt "somehow different," as Brother said.

"I don't want to clear off the table," complained Sister, drawing
pictures on the tablecloth with a fork, a practice which Molly had
always sternly forbidden.

"Neither do I," agreed Brother. "Let's go out in the barn and
play."

"Jimmie won't like it," suggested Sister, taking up a cup so
carelessly that some of the coffee left in it slopped over on the
clean cloth.

"Jimmie doesn't own the barn," sniffed Brother crossly. "I guess
we can just play in it without hurting any of his stuff."

"Here, here, what are you talking so long about?" demanded Molly
good-naturedly.

She came to the dining-room door and inspected the table
critically.

"Just as I thought," she said grimly. "Too much party yesterday!
Sister, give me that cup and stop marking the cloth. Run off and
play, both of you, till you get over being cross. I'd rather do
the work myself than listen to you grumble."

Thus dismissed, Brother and Sister wandered off to the barn. They
ought to have felt happy with the extra time for play, but, for