"No let's play it, Di," the child-voice piped eagerly, and there was a little clatter of the tiny crutch as it was tucked away out of sight under the seat. "Can't see it now, can you?" "Not a splinter of it, Timmie." "I guess not! An' you wouldn't ever s'pose anybody was lame, would you? Not _me!_" "_You!_ The idea, Timmie!" The child-voice broke into delighted laughter. "Well, then let's begin. Play I'm very big, Di--oh, 'normous! You playin' that? An' play both my legs are twins--of course you must play that. An' that I could run down this car if I wanted to, faster'n--oh, faster'n ever was! Just lickety-split, you know! You playin' it?" Glory could not hear the low reply, but the child-voice was clear enough. "Now s'posin' that man 'cross the car got up an' came back here--play he did--an' said up real loud, 'See here, boy, you 'mind me of when I was young. _I_ was big an' straight an' had twin legs, too!' Oh, my! s'posin' that, Di! _Play it!_ You playin' it?" The Other Girl's voice rang out, sharp with wistfulness. Glory's eyes filled suddenly with tears. It must be such a hard play to play with Tiny Tim! "Play I wear ve-ry big boots an' my mother has a dreadful time keepin' my pants up with my legs. 'Oh, how that boy does grow!' she keeps a-sighin' an' a-sighin', while she's lettin' 'em down. Play once she _cried_, he grew so fast!--Diantha Leavitt, you're lookin' right straight out the window! I don't believe you're playin' at all, one speck. I'm goin' to get my crutch an' be lame again, so there!" "Mercy! what are we sitting here in the sun for!" Judy suddenly exclaimed. "I say we go over there on the shady side. It'll burn us all up." "Let it," said Glory. "I like it. But go over there, dear. I'll stay here and get a nice pinky-brown! Good-by till Centre Town." She was glad when Judy was gone. In an instant she had wheeled about toward the two behind her, nodding at the tiny boy in a friendly way. "Is that your little brother?" she asked of the Other Girl. Tiny Tim answered for himself. "I'm her little brother now, but I _was_ big a little speck of a while ago. Di went an' stopped playin'," he said in an aggrieved tone. The Other Girl laughed tenderly. "He's the greatest boy for 'playin' things,' aren't you, Timmie? Yes, he's my brother. I bring him with me once in a great while for a change. He likes the ride on the cars and he takes care of himself beautifully while I'm at work. Then at nooning we play picnic, don't we, Timmie?" There was no time for further talk then. When the return trip came, Judy filled all the home ride with her lively spirits. So it was not until the next morning that Glory found her opportunity to broach her new idea to the Other Girl. She came breezily into the car and sat down beside the quiet figure with a sigh of relief.