have them cut until his next birthday, but the boys, of course, thought
seven years very old for long hair.

"Only for a few months more," the sister had coaxed, and, so the curls
were kept. Dorothy always arranged them herself, telling fairy stories
to conceal the time consumed in making the ringlets.

Both boys were to sell papers to-day, for the Bugle was out, and Dorothy
had told her brothers of the necessity for extra efforts to help with
money matters.

"You may go with one of the regular boys," Ralph Willoby instructed
them. "He can tell you where you would be likely to get customers. Go
into all the stores, of course, and look out for the mill hands, at noon
time."

"I'll sell Bugles to-day," declared Joe, with that splendid manliness
and real earnestness that makes a boy so attractive, especially to his
sister.

"It takes a boy," Dorothy said proudly, as her brothers left the office,
each with his bundle of papers, for, of course, Roger had to have a
strap full the same as did Joe. Ralph was glancing over the paper.
Evidently he was pleased with its appearance, for his face showed
satisfaction.

"Is it all right?" Dorothy asked, secretly glad the "getting out" was
finished, and that she would not have to write another parade story that
day.