know; because this is papa's company, and he hardly ever has any."

"Just one little sticky place isn't much," said Phil, rather gloomily,
wetting his finger a rubbing at a shiny place on his sleeve. "Do you
really thing I'd better? Well, then I will."

"That's a dear,"--kissing him. "Be quick, Philly, for it's almost
time they were here. And please tell Dorry to make haste. It's
ever so long since he went upstairs."

"Dorry's an awful prink," remarked Phil, confidentially. "He looks
in the glass, and makes faces if he can't get his parting straight.
I wouldn't care so much about my clothes for a good deal. It's like
a girl. Jim Slack says a boy who shines his hair up like that,
never'll get to be president, not if he lives a thousand years."

"Well," said Katy, laughing: "it's something to be clean, even if you
can't be president." She was not at all alarmed by Dorry's recent
reaction in favor of personal adornment. He came down pretty soon,
very spick and span in his best suit, and asked her to fasten the
blue ribbon under his collar, which she did most obligingly; though
he was very particular as to the size of the bows and length of the
ends, and made her tie and retie more than once. She had just
arranged it to suit him when a carriage stopped.

"There they are," she cried. "Run and open the door, Dorry."

Dorry did so; and Katy, following, found papa ushering in a tall
gentleman, and a lady who was not tall, but whose Roman nose and
long neck, and general air of style and fashion, made her look so.