he spoke, waving his hand in a curving gesture which brought it into the light of a window faintly illumined from the interior of the house. Then he passed those graceful fingers over his hair, and turned toward Penrod, who was perched upon the railing in a dark corner.
"The evening is touched with a slight coolness," said Mr. Kinosling. "Perhaps I may request the little gentleman"
"B'gr-r-ruff!" coughed Mr. Schofield. "You'd better change your mind about a cigar."
"No, I thank you. I was about to request the lit"
"Do try one," Margaret urged. "I'm sure papa's are nice ones. Do try"
"No, I thank you. I remarked a slight coolness in the air, and my hat is in the hallway. I was about to request"
"I'll get it for you," said Penrod suddenly.
"If you will be so good," said Mr. Kinosling. "It is a black bowler hat, little gentleman, and placed upon a table in the hall."
"I know where it is." Penrod entered the door, and a feeling of relief, mutually experienced, carried from one to another of his three relatives their inter-
