rmous ribbon bow.

It was almost too early to get dressed, so Dotty slipped on a
dressing-gown and bedroom slippers and dawdled about, keeping a watch
on the Fayre house, in hopes Dolly's shades would fly up.

Soon her little sister Eugenia came bounding in. She, too, was in a
kimono and she gave a jump and landed with a spring in the middle of
Dotty's carefully arranged couch pillows.

"Genie!" cried her sister, "get off of there!"

"Won't!" and Genie bounced up and down on the springs of the couch.

"Get off, I tell you!"

"Won't, I tell you!"

It _was_ trying, for the pretty pillows with their snowy white
embroidered covers were rumpled and tossed by Genie's mischievous play.

"Genie Rose! You go right straight out of my room! You're a naughty
little girl and you're spoiling my birthday things!"

"Dorothy Rose,
With a pug nose!"

chanted Genie, with the amiable intention of teasing her sister beyond
endurance.

And she did, for Dotty flung back:

"Genie, Genie,
You're a meany!"

and then she grabbed her and pulled her off the pillows and pushed her
out of the room and locked the door.

"It's a shame!" and poor Dotty nearly cried to see the havoc naughty
little Genie had wrought. One pillow cover was torn and another had a
black mark from the sole of Genie's slipper.

She heard a tap at the door, and her mother's voice said, "Let me in,
Dotty, dear."

Dotty opened the door, and exclaimed: "Mother! Isn't Genie the bad
little thing! Look at my pretty pillows!"

"Oh, what a shame! Why _do_ you two children quarrel so?"

"We didn't quarrel. Genie did it on purpose."

"But why can't you be loving, kind little sisters? You're always teasing
each other."

"But I didn't tease her, Mother."

"Well, you usually do. Now, Dotty, can't you make a birthday resolution
to be more patient with Genie? Remember she's only a little girl, while
you're getting grown up. Fifteen is almost a young lady, and you should
be kind and gentle with everybody."

"I s'pose I ought," and Dorothy sighed; "but it's hard to have my
birthday things upset. Aren't you going to punish her, Mother?"

"Oh, no; she didn't mean to be naughty. She was only mischievous. I'll
mend your pillow, and the soiled one can be laundered."

Dotty's anger was always quick to come and quick to go, and she smiled
brightly, as she said, "all right. I'll forgive her this time, but she's
got to stop that kind of teasing."

"I'll speak to