"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, befor 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 sil-
