Up stairs he ran, as gay as a cricket, and burst into his room. "Let me see; they are in this one. Bother! Where did I put them?"
"What are you looking for, Charlie?"
"What are you doing in bed?"
"Taking your place."
"What!"
"Papa said if I would take your place, you might go out; and girls do not care much about the Fourth of July," said Mary, cheerily.
"And you have been in bed all day?"
"Of course; papa said you were to stay in bed all day, and I am taking your place."
"But you are not me."
"But I am your substitute."