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The eldest son of the family was not there, “making a call”, said his father with a twinkle in answer to Philip’s inquiry. Will, a youngster of some eleven years, who was hobbling around with one crutch, noisily claimed Philip’s attention.

“How’d you get your game knee, Will?”

“O,—playin’ baseball; fell.”

“Am, too, goin’ to see Philly!” came in shrill tones from the hall, before the family were well settled down for a visit.

“O, Mother, Charlotte is making trouble with Nina. You’ll have to settle her.”

“Let her come in a minute. I don’t care for once. She had a long nap this afternoon and I don’t blame her for not wanting to go to bed. It was a shame to send her off when she knew that Philip and Cathalina were coming.”

“She adores Philip,” said Louise.

“Behold Mother’s discipline,” remarked Nan wisely.

Small, fat, curly-haired, almost a tiny edition of Louise, little Charlotte appeared in the door, having escaped her nurse. Eluding several outstretched hands, she dashed across the room and with some assistance perched upon Philip’s knee.