You see, on that day we can make all the noise we like and not get arrested." "Can we dress up, Cousin Jack ?" asked Marjorie.
"Sure, child; wear your best bib and tucker, if you like, but I like you better in your play-clothes." "I don't mean that.

I mean costumes." "Midget is great for dressing up," explained King.

"She always wants some cheesecloth wobbed around her, and veils and feathers on her head." "Oh, I see! Why, yes, I rather guess we _can_ dress up." "I'll wear a red, white, and blue sash, and a liberty cap," said Midget, her eyes dancing.
"Oh, we can do better than that," responded Cousin Jack.

"Let's see; we'll make it a sort of reception affair, and you, Mehitabel, can be the Goddess of Liberty, or Miss Columbia, whichever you like.

Hezekiah, you can be Uncle Sam! Your respected Cousin Ethel and I will guarantee your costume." "I want to be a somefin'," spoke up Rosamond, who had been allowed to stay up later than usual, in honor of the guests.
"So you shall, Babykins.