"Dorothy's found her clay," said Roger. "Come on, old man. Wrap Aunt Louise's tweed coat around you—so—and run so you won't catch cold," and the two boys disappeared out of the front door, Dicky stumbling and struggling with the voluminous folds of his aunt's garment.
Dorothy and the other girls came down stairs in a few minutes.
"Do telephone to Aunt Marion's and see if Mother is there and ask her to come home," Dorothy begged Helen, while she gathered cloths and pans and went upstairs again, taking the maid with her.
"What did Dicky do?" asked the others again.
Both Ethels burst into laughter.
"He must have gone up in the attic and found Dorothy's clay, for he had filled up the waste pipe of the bath tub—"
"—and turned on the water, I'll bet!" exclaimed Tom.
"That's just what he did. It looks as if he'd been trying to float about everything he could find in any of the bedrooms."
"Probably he had a glorious time until the tub ran over and he didn't know how to stop it."
"Dicky's a great old man! I judge he didn't float himself!"