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 go down in these!" The man came over to talk to the Scouts. He was in old clothes, he said, which he didn't mind getting dirty. He was a timid looking man, and seemed grateful that the Scouts were going to help him out.

A few minutes later, a pair of feet—very small feet—appeared, very slowly, on the stairs, and the first girl—the one in pink—came down. Her cheeks were as pink as her dress—or what could be seen of her dress. She had on a pair of long overalls, turned up at the bottom, with her skirts wobbed up somehow inside of them, and the apron buckled up to her neck. She looked very much like a fat boy in his father's trousers. Peanut laughed—he couldn't help it.

"I think you are horrid!" she said, darting an angry look at him.

"He—he didn't mean anything," Art stammered. "You look all right for—for such rough work."

"Thank you," said the girl, and she came over and stood between her father and Art.

Peanut again winked at Rob.

All the rest of the feet now began to come down the stairs, and soon five fat boys in their daddies' trousers, and two women looking like Tweedledum and Tweedledee (it was Peanut who suggested that!) stood in the room, blushing and laughing.

"Now come on, we can't think of our clothes any