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Show ss .. _ Jlcllow j)crll" 1\llll 1lose anb Stlller "Wait until we get it. What colour shall we have?" "They're usually red or black, aren't they?" she asked, doubtfully. 111 guess so. We want ours different, don't we?" "Sure. We want something that nobody ever had before-something bright and cheerful. Oh, Ramie," she continued, jumping up and down in excitement, "let's have it bright yellow and call it 'The Yellow Peril'!" Her twin offered her a friendly hand. "J ule," he said solemnly, u you 're a genius I" "We 'II have brown leather inside, and get brown clothes to match. Brown hats with yellow bands on 'em-won't it be perfectly scrumptious ? " "Scrumptious is no word for it. Shall we have two seats or four?" "Four, of course. A two-seated automobile looks terribly selfish." "Stingy, too," murmured Romeo, "and we can afford the best." "Do you know," Juliet suggested, after deep thought, "I think it would be nice of us if we waited to take our first ride until we celebrate for Uncle?" "It would," admitted Romeo, gloomily, "but it's such a long time to wait." "We can learn to run it here in the yardthere's plenty of room. And on the thirtieth "ttbe O:rosbll "tt\lllns of June, we 'll take our first real ride in it. Be a sport, Ramie," she urged, as he maintained an unhappy silence. "All right-! will," he said, grudgingly. "But I hope Uncle appreciates what we're doing for him." "That's settled, then," she responded, cheerfully. "Then, on our second ride, we'll takesomebodywith us. Who shall we invite?" "Oughtn't she to go with us the first time?" "She? Who's'she'?" "Miss Ross-Isabel. She suggested it, you know. We might not have thought of it for years." Juliet pondered. "I don't believe she ought to go the first time, because the day that Uncle died does n 't mean anything to her, and it's everything to us. But we 'II take her on the second trip. Shall I write to her now and invite her? .. "I don't believe," Romeo responded, dryly, u that I'd stop to write an invitation to somebody to go out four months from now in an automobile that isn't bought yet." "But it's as good as bought," objected Juliet, a because our minds are made up. We may forget to ask her." "Put it on the slate," suggested Romeo. In the hall, near the door, was a large slate suspended by a wire. The pencil was tied to it. Here they put down vagrant memoranda 59 |