"One of the cottons dropped out, and I didn't know a thing about it till you boo-hoo'd."
[CHAPTER III.]
UNAPPRECIATED.
"PHIL," said Trif from her pillow one morning very early, "are you awake?"
Phil half wished he wasn't, for he was just sinking into the morning's final doze, but loyalty compelled him to admit that he was not asleep.
"I'm so glad," responded Trif, "for I've thought out a plan for making matters right once more between Fenie and Harry."
"So have I, my dear, so between us we'll be sure to succeed. Now let's drop asleep again; if we talk much we'll get Trixy awake far too long before breakfast, which won't be good for her."
"There's no danger. The dear little thing sleeps soundly nowadays. What is your plan?"
"'Tis simply to invite him and his sister Kate to dinner."