"You and
Brother have had more than your share of scolding today, haven't
you, Sister?"
To his surprise, and Ralph's, Sister's small foot in its patent
leather slipper and white sock struck at him viciously.
"Why, Elizabeth Morrison!" exclaimed Ralph, lifting the little
girl to his lap and holding her firmly there in spite of her
struggles. "I'm astonished at you. What are you kicking Jimmie
for?"
"Go way!" cried Sister furiously, as Jimmie tried to see her face.
"Go way--you're a mean, hateful boy!"
"Quit it!" commanded Ralph, giving her a little shake. "Stop
acting like this, Sister, or I'll take you in and put you to bed!"
Sister knew he was quite capable of doing this very thing and she
stopped struggling.
"Jimmie is just as mean!" she sobbed, burying her head in Ralph's
coat.
"What have I done?" demanded Jimmie, much surprised.
"You've gone and put a padlock on the barn door!" flashed Sister,
sitting up and drying her eyes.
Jimmie laughed, and Ralph laughed a little too.
"Well, I haven't locked the door for the reason you think,"
explained Jimmie kindly. "It isn't just to keep you and Brother
out, Sister. I'm making you something nice, and I don't want you
to see it until it is all finished.
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