What shall we do with him ?" "Dress him up," commanded Marjorie, promptly, and pulling off her wide hair-ribbons, she proceeded to tie one around Cousin Jack's neck, and one around his head, giving that gentleman a very festive appearance.
After she had arranged the bows to her satisfaction, Cousin Jack obligingly woke up,--though, as a matter of fact, he hadn't been to sleep! "Why, if here isn't Mehitabel!" he exclaimed; "and Hezekiah, too! What a surprise!" "How do you like your decorations ?" asked Marjorie, surveying him with admiration.
"Oh, are these ribbons _real_?
I thought I was dreaming, and had a Fourth of July nightmare." "How long have you been here, Cousin Jack ?" asked King.
"Well, I was waking, so I called early; I don't know at what hour, but I've been long enough alone, so I'm glad you two young patriots came down to help me celebrate.

Polly want a firecracker ?" He held out a pack of small ones to Marjorie, but she declined them.
"No, thank you; give those to King.

I'd rather have torpedoes." "All right, my girlie, here you are! And here's a cap to replace the ribbons you so kindly gave me." Cousin Jack drew from his pocket a tissue-paper cap, that had evidently come in a snapping-cracker.

Then he produced another one for King, and one which he laid aside for Rosy Posy.

They were gay red, white, and blue caps, with cockades and streamers.
"Now, we'll be a procession," he went on.