Brother and Sister

en't touched your glass of milk. Hurry no

d been playing was a bridge from the salt cellar to the egg

assured her confidently. "Honestly I don't. It's raini

illy!" but Ralph, who was in a hurry to catch his t

next week, isn't it? Well, if you're not tall enough by Wednesday morning, you can't

ribbon, and with a hasty "Good-bye" for the others at the table, h

er drank his milk, and then the Morrison

this, carrying out the dishes and silver to Molly in the kitchen. Then th

carefully folding up the napkin Louise had dropped, and slipping it i

bling a bit of bread and beginning to build a little farm wit

n hand for other interests. "Mother says we mustn't dawdle, Roddy, you know she did. It's my t

umb-brush sweep away his nice little bread-crumb fences, while he planned to build

to scatter the bits of bread to the birds who, winter and summer,

ows. Each bird seemed to be pretending to the others that he was looking for worms, and each one slyly watched the M

d send them, and managed to hit an indignant old sta

the sparrows hopped about in the driving rain and pecked g

dark eyes and bobbing curls. Only, you see, she and Brother were much heavier than any bi

f!" she sighed good-naturedly. "Will you be quiet for an ho

busily and happily at the other end of the table, shaping two men from the bit of sponge she

son. Rhodes was six, and Elizabeth five, and sometimes they were

ecause they were

n every morning to a busy office that seemed, to Brother and S

ltogether lovely, with brown eyes like Br

ey were fifteen and went to high school, a

ho went to law school in the city, and Jimmie, who was se

." Molly had lived with Mother Morrison since Louise and Grace were babies, and they would

was a large lawn in front and an old barn in back where the older boys had fitted up a gymnasium

iving suburb of the city, where Daddy

'll go back to Brother and Sister m

ired Sister, calling Molly's attention to th

r's, too, was a rather dark gray, while th

chen carrying Brother's rubbers and