a hat. I've only just
bought it. Oh, mother, do _do_ something to William! He's taken my new
silk scarf--the one I'd got to trim my Leghorn. He's the most _awful_
boy. I don't think----"

Mrs. Brown came out hastily to pacify her. William handed the silk
scarf back to its rightful owner.

"Well, I'm _sorry_. I _thought_ it was a red handkerchief. It _looked_
like a red handkerchief. Well, how could I _know_ it wasn't a red
handkerchief? I've given it her back. It's all right, Jumble's only
bit one end of it. And that's only jam what dropped on it. Well, it'll
_wash_, won't it? Well, I've said I'm sorry.

"I don't get much _thanks_," William continued bitterly. "Me givin' up
my half holiday to helpin' you removin', an' I don't get much
_thanks_!"

"Well, William," said Mrs. Brown, "you can go to the new house with
the first van. He'll be less in the way there," she confided
distractedly to the world in general.

William was delighted with this proposal. At the new house there was a
fresh set of men to unload the van, and there was the thrill of making
their acquaintance.

Then the front gate was only just painted and bore a notice "Wet
Paint." It was, of course, incumbent upon William to test personally
the wetness of the paint. His trousers bore testimony to the testing
to their last day, in spite of many applications of turpentine. Jumble
also tested it, and had in fact to be disconnected with the front gate
by means of a pair of scissors. For many weeks the first thing that
visitors to the Brown household saw was a little tuft of Jumble's hair
adorning the front gate.

William then proceeded to "help" to the utmost of his power. He
stumbled up from the van to the house staggering under the weight of a
medicine cupboard, and leaving a trail of broken bottles and little
pools of medicine behind. Jumble sampled many of the latter and became
somewhat thoughtful.

It was found that the door of a small bedroom at the top of the stairs
was locked, and this fact (added to Mr. Jones' failure to return from
his lemonade) rather impeded the progress of the unpackers.

"Brike it open," suggested one.

"Better not."

"Per'aps the key's insoide," suggested another brightly.

William had one of his brilliant ideas.

"Tell you what I'll do," he said eagerly and importantly. "I'll climb
up to the roof an' get down the chimney an' open it from the inside."

They greeted the proposal with guffaws.

They did not know