In the hall below they met Cousin Jack, who looked at them with an expression of disappointment on his face.
"Well!" he said.

"Well, Susan and Mehitabel,--I'm surprised at you!" "What's the matter ?" asked Marjorie, who could not imagine what Cousin Jack meant.

Kitty, too, looked disturbed, for since Cousin Ethel had approved of their pretty dresses, she could not think what Cousin Jack was criticising.
"The idea," he went on, "of you girls coming down dressed like that!" "What do you mean, Jack ?" asked his wife, "I'm sure these darlings look lovely." "Yes, they do," and Mr.Bryant's tone was distinctly aggrieved; "but, you see, I thought we'd play Indians,--and who could play Indians with such dressed-up poppets as these ?" Cousin Ethel laughed.

"Oh, that's all right," she said.

"Of course you can't play Indians to-night, but you can play it all day to-morrow.
And now, I think supper is ready.