rough the dangers that you older ones persist in getting into."

"Oh, we don't persist," said Marjorie, "the dangers just seem to come to
us without our looking for them."

"They do seem to, Midget," agreed Uncle Steve. "But you all seem to have
a happy-go-lucky way of getting out of them, and I think you're a pretty
good bunch of children after all."

"Listen to that!" exclaimed King, proudly, strutting about the room,
elated with the compliment. "It's worth while having an uncle who says
things like that to you," and the others willingly agreed with him.

Kept in the house, the children wandered about in search of amusement.
Kitty curled herself up on a sofa, with a book, saying she was determined
to keep out of mischief for once.

"Let's go up in the attic," said Midget to King, "and hunt over our old
toys that are put away up there. We might find some nice game."

"All right, come on," and in a minute the two were scrambling up the
attic stairs.

"Gracious! look at that big chest. I never saw that before. Wonder what's
in it," said Marjorie, pausing before a big cedar chest.

"Is it locked?" said King, and lifting the lid he discovered it wasn't.

But it was filled to the brim with old-fashioned garments of queer old
Quaker cut.

"Wouldn't it be fun to dress up in these," cried King.

"Yes," assented Marjorie, "but I'm not going to do it, until we ask
Grandma. I've had enough mischief for one day."

So King ran downstairs and asked Grandma, and soon came running back.

"She says we may," he announced briefly, "so let's choose our rigs."

They lifted out the quaint, old-fashioned clothes, and found there were
both men's and women's garments among them.

"Where do you suppose they came from?" asked Marjorie.

"Grandma said some old relative in Philadelphia sent her the chest, some
time ago, but she's never opened it."

They tried on various costumes, and pranced around the attic, pretending
they were ladies and gentlemen of bygone days.

Finally King tried on a woman's dress. It just fitted him, and when he
added a silk Shaker bonnet and a little shoulder shawl, the effect was so
funny that Marjorie screamed with laughter.

"All you want," she said, "is some false hair in the front of that
bonnet, and you'll be a perfect little old lady."

Then Marjorie ran down to Grandma, and asked her for some of her false
puffs, and getting them, flew back to the attic again, and deftly pinned
them inside of