“Why, what’s the matter? Won’t you let me have your rooms?”
“Merciful heavens, child! I should say not!”
“Why, I haven’t asked you for much,” said my small, modest brother. “You offered.”
“Well, just wait till I offer the rest. But I’ll tell you what I will do, Ted. If you will promise not to go into my rooms and rummage once while I am gone, and not to touch my wheel, I’ll buy you a tandem, and then you can take the girls on that.”
“I’d rather have you bring me some things from Europe,” said my shrinking brother.
“All right. I’ll do that, but let me off this thing. I am so tired I can’t move. You’ll have to walk it back and give me five cents to ride home on the car.”
I crawled in to breakfast more dead than alive.
“What’s the matter, dearie? Did you ride too far?” asked mamma.
“I don’t know whether I rode too far or whether it was Ted’s asking if he couldn’t use my rooms while I was gone, but something has made me tired. What’s that? Whom is papa talking to over the telephone?”
Papa came in fuming and fretting.