Bert. Good-evening, every one. What’s the matter, Helen? (Throws himself into seat.)
Helen. Nothing. What’s the matter with you? You look glum as an oyster.
Mrs. W. Didn’t things go well at the office to-day, Bert?
Bert. Oh, yes, about the same as usual.
Louise (going up to him, and smoothing his hair). Was somebody mean to you, Bertie?
Bert (taking her on his knee). Just a bit, maybe, little sister. See here! (He takes a dime from his pocket.) If I gave you this what would you do with it?
Louise. I’d buy a little dolly at the ten-cent store.
Bobby. A dolly! Gee whiz! I’ll bet you’ve got twenty now.
Louise. But we girls, seven of us, are going to have a sewing society, and we’re going to buy some little dolls, and make a whole outfit for them, and——
Bobby. Pretty outfit it’ll be, I guess. You can’t sew.