"You 'mos knocked the cup down."
"I didn't mean to," spoke Flossie. "Oh, there goes my hat! Get it,
Freddie, before someone steps on it!"
Her brother managed to get the hat just as it was sliding under the seat
where the fat lady sat.
After some confusion the hat was placed on Flossie's head, and once more
she and her brother moved on toward the water cooler. It was getting
dusk now, and some of the lamps in the car had been lighted.
Freddie, carrying the cup, filled it with water at the little faucet,
and, very politely, offered it to his sister first. Freddie was no
better than most boys of his age, but he did not forget some of the
little polite ways his mamma was continually teaching him. One of these
was "ladies first," though Freddie did not always carry it out,
especially when he was in a hurry.
"Do you want any more?" he asked, before he would get himself a drink.
"Just a little," said Flossie. "The silver cup doesn't hold much."
"No, I guess it's 'cause there's so much silver in it," replied her
brother. "It's worth a lot of money, mamma said."
"Yes, and it's all ours. When I grow up I'm going to have my half made
into a bracelet."
"You are?" said Freddie slowly. "If you do there won't be enough left
for me to drink out of."
"Well, you can have your share of it made into a watch, and drink out of
a glass."
"That's so," agreed Freddie, his face brightening. He gave his sister
more water, and then took some himself.
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