Edna danced off to hunt up her brothers that she might tell them the news. She found them in their little workshop over the stable. Charlie was making a new box to put in his pigeon house and Frank was watching him. They had not seen their little sister since Monday for she and her sister Celia went to school in the city, remaining until the Friday afternoon of each week.
"Hello!" cried Charlie, looking up. "When did you come?"
"Oh, we've just come, only a few minutes ago, and what do you think is the news?"
"The Dutch have taken Holland," returned Charlie, hammering away at his box. "Just hand me that box of nails, Frank, won't you?"
"That's a silly answer," said Edna with contempt.
"Well, if it's news, how did you expect me to know it?"
"I didn't expect you to know it, only to guess."
"Well, I guessed," replied Charlie teasingly. "I suppose it's a foolish sort of thing; Uncle Justus has grown another hair in his eyebrows or your friend Dorothy has a new hat."
"It's nothing so unimportant," Edna continued; "for it concerns you boys, too, but if you don't want to know I'll go up to Dorothy's; she'll be interested even if she isn't going."
"Going? Where?" cried both boys.