"Put it on the slate," suggested Romeo.

In the hall, near the door, was a large slate suspended by a wire. The
pencil was tied to it. Here they put down vagrant memoranda and things
they planned to acquire in the near future.

Juliet observed that there was only one entry on the slate: "Military
hair brushes for R." Underneath she wrote: "Yellow automobile, four-
seated. Name it 'The Yellow Peril.' Brown leather inside. Get brown
clothes to match and trim with yellow. First ride, June thirtieth, for
Uncle. Second ride, July first, for ourselves. Invite Isabel Ross."

"Anything else?" she asked, after reading it aloud.

"Dog biscuit," yawned Romeo. "They're eating too much meat."

It was very late when they went up-stairs. Their rooms were across the
hall from each other and they slept with the doors open. The attic had
been made into a gymnasium, where they exercised and hardened their
muscles when the weather kept them indoors. A trapeze had been recently
put up, and Juliet was learning to swing by her feet.

She lifted her face up to his and received a brotherly peck on the lips.
"Good-night, Jule."

"Good-night, Romie. Pleasant dreams."

It was really morning, but there was no clock to tell them so, for the
timepieces in the Crosby mansion were seldom wound.