"She fell three times," said her companion accusingly.
"Twice only, it was," the girl corrected. She pulled off her cap, and a great mass of black hair came tumbling down about her shoulders.
Lylda, from her chair before the fire, smiled mischievously.
"Aura, my sister," she said in a tone of gentle reproof. "So immodest it is to show all that hair."
The girl in confusion began gathering it up.
"Don't you let her tease you, Aura," said the Big Business Man. "It's very beautiful hair."
"Where's Loto?" asked the Very Young Man, pulling off his hat and coat.
"In bed—see his stocking there."
A childish treble voice was calling from upstairs. "Good night, Aura—good night, my friend Jack."
"Good night, old man—see you to-morrow," the Very Young Man called back in answer.