Get in on the four-ten?"

"Ted," said Margaret, kissing him, as the Pagets always quite
simply kissed each other when they met, "what are you driving
Costello's cart for?"

"Like to," said Theodore, simply. "Mother doesn't care. Say, you look
swell, Mark!"

"What makes you want to drive this horrid cart, Ted?" protested
Margaret. "What does Costello pay you?"

"Pay me?" scowled her brother, gathering up the reins. "Oh, come out
of it, Marg'ret! He doesn't pay me anything. Don't you make Mother
stop me, either, will you?" he ended anxiously.

"Of course I won't!" Margaret said impatiently.

"Giddap, Ruth!" said Theodore; but departing, he pulled up to add
cheerfully, "Say, Dad didn't get his raise."

"Did?" said Margaret, brightening.

"Didn't!" He grinned affectionately upon her as with a dislocating
jerk the cart started a ricochetting career down the street, with
that abandon known only to butchers' carts. Margaret, changing
her heavy suit-case to the rested arm, was still vexedly watching
it, when two girls, laughing in the open doorway of the express
company's office across the street, caught sight of her. One of
them, a little vision of pink hat and ruffles, and dark eyes and