"What is your sister's name?" asked Mrs. Turner.
"Rose."
"A very pretty name. How old is she?"
"Seven years old."
"That's just as old as my sister Carrie," said Walter; "here she comes. She's so lazy she always gets up late in the morning."
"No, I don't either," said the young lady referred to; "I'm not so lazy as you are, Master Walter."
"Well, then, why didn't you come down earlier?"
"Because I had to have my hair braided," said Carrie.
"Didn't I have to brush my hair?" said Walter.
"Your hair doesn't look as if you had spent much time on it," said his father.