"Anything else?" she asked, after reading it aloud.
"Dog biscuit," yawned Romeo. "They're eating too much meat."
It was very late when they went up-stairs. Their rooms were across the hall from each other and they slept with the doors open. The attic had been made into a gymnasium, where they exercised and hardened their muscles when the weather kept them indoors. A trapeze had been recently put up, and Juliet was learning to swing by her feet.
She lifted her face up to his and received a brotherly peck on the lips.
"Good-night, Jule."
"Good-night, Romie. Pleasant dreams."
It was really morning, but there was no clock to tell them so, for the timepieces in the Crosby mansion were seldom wound.
"Say," called Romeo.
"What?"
"What do you think of her?"
"Who?"