Now, we're going to have some supper, and then tuck you in your own little bed where you belong.

Have you had your supper ?" "No,--but I set the table," and Marjorie began to smile at the recollection of the Geary kitchen.

"You see, Mother, I've been maid-of-all-work." "And now you've come back to be maid-of-all-play, as usual," broke in Cousin Jack, who didn't want the conversation to take a serious turn, for all present were under stress of suppressed emotion.
"I say, Mops, you ought to have known better," was King's brotherly comment, but he pulled off her black hair-ribbons in the old, comforting way, and Midget grinned at him.
"Let's dispense with these trappings of woe," said Cousin Jack, dropping the black ribbons in a convenient waste-basket.
So Midget went out to supper without any ribbons, her mop of curls tumbling all over her head and hanging down her shoulders.
"My, but I'm hungry!" she said, as she saw once again her own home table, with its pretty appointments and appetizing food.
"You bet you are!" said King, appreciatively; "tell us what you had to eat in the rural district." "Boiled beef," said Midget, smiling; "and gingerbread and turnips!" "Not so awful worse," commented King.
"No?
Well, s'pose you try it once! I like these croquettes and Saratoga potatoes a whole heap better!" "Well, I 'spect I do, too.

I say, Mops, I'm glad you didn't break your word to come out and play,--at least, not intentionally." "No, I never break my word.

But I guess if you thought you didn't have any father or mother or brother or sister, you'd forget all about going out to play, too." "I haven't any brother," said King, looking very sad and forlorn.
"I'll be a brother to you," declared Cousin Jack, promptly; "you behaved like a man, last night, old fellow,--and I'm proud to claim you as a man and a brother." "Pooh, I didn't do anything," said King, modestly.
"Yes, you did," said his mother.