arjorie in speechless admiration.

"I never knew that kind," said Tom, thoughtfully. "You see, we go to a
boys' school, and we haven't any girl cousins, or anything; and the only
girls I ever see are at dancing class, or in a summer hotel, and then
they're all frilled up, and sort of airy."

"I love to play with boys," said Marjorie, frankly, "and I guess we'll
have a lot of fun this summer."

"I guess we _will_! Are you going to stay all summer?"

"Yes, till September, when school begins."

"So are we. Isn't it funny we live next door to each other?"

"Awful funny," agreed Marjorie, pulling a very black potato out of the
red-hot embers. "This is done," she went on, "and I'm going to eat it."

"So say we all of us," cried King. "One done,--all done! Help
yourselves, boys!"

So they all pulled out the black, sooty potatoes, with more delighted
anticipations than would have been roused by the daintiest dish served
at a table.

"Ow!" cried Marjorie, flinging down her potato, and sticking her finger
in her mouth. "Ow! that old thing _popped_ open, and burned me awfully!"

"Too bad, Mops!" said King, with genuine sympathy, but the Craig boys
were more solicitous.

"Oh, oh! I'm so sorry," cried Tom. "Does it hurt _terribly_?"

"Yes, it does," said Midget, who was not in the habit of complaining
when she got hurt, but who was really suffering from the sudden burn.

"Let me tie it up," said Dick, shyly.

"Yes, do," said Tom. "Dick is our good boy. He always helps everybody
else."

"But what can we tie it up with?" said Marjorie. "My handkerchief is all
black from wiping off that potato."

"I,--I've got a clean one," and Dick, blushing with embarrassment, took
a neatly folded white square from his pocket.

"Would you look at that!" said Tom. "I declare Dicky always has the
right thing at the right time! Good for you, boy! Fix her up."

Quite deftly Dick wrapped the handkerchief round Marjorie's finger, and
secured it with a bit of string from another pocket.

"You ought to have something on it," he said, gravely. "Kerosene is
good, but as we haven't any, it will help it just to keep the air away
from it, till you go home."

"Goodness!" exclaimed Midget. "You talk like a doctor."

"I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up," said Dick.

"He is," volunteered Harry; "he cured the cat's broken leg, and he
mended a bird's wing once."

"Yes, I did," admitted Dick, modestly blushing at his achievements. "Are