"Oh, yesh!" exclaimed Toddie. "We can make some awful _big_ bangsh before she can get down to tell us to don't." Then there was heard a scurrying of light feet as the boys picked up their various articles of clothing from the corners, chairs, bureau, table, etc., where they had been tossed the night before. The chambermaid hurried to their assistance, and both boys were soon dressed. A plate containing bananas, and another with the hard-earned grapes, were on the bureau, and the boys took them and tiptoed down the stair and into the drawing-room. "Gwacious!" said Toddie, as he placed his plate on the sideboard, "maybe the gwapes an' buttonanoes has got sour. I guesh we'd better try 'em, like mamma does the milk on hot morningsh when the baddy milkman don't come time enough," and Toddie suited the action to the word by plucking from a cluster the handsomest grape in sight. "I _fink_," said he, smacking his lips with the suspicious air of a professional wine-taster; "I fink they _is_ gettin' sour." "Let's see," said Budge. "No," said Toddie, plucking another grape with one hand while with the other he endeavored to cover his gift. "Ize bid enough to do it all myself. Unless," he added, as a happy inspiration struck him, "you'll let me help see if your buttonanoes are sour." "Then you can only have one bite," said Budge, "You must let me taste about six grapes, 'cause 'twould take that many to make one of _your_ bites on a banana." "Aw wight," said Toddie; and the boys proceeded to exchange duties, Budge taking the precaution to hold the banana himself, so that his brother should not abstractedly sample a second time, and Toddie doling out the grapes with careful count. "They _are_ a little sour," said Budge, with a wry face. "Perhaps some other bunch is better. I think we'd better try each one, don't you?" "An' each one of the buttonanoes, too," suggested Toddie. "_That_ one wazh pretty good, but maybe some of the others isn't." The proposition was accepted, and soon each banana had its length reduced by a fourth, and the grape-clusters displayed a fine development of wood. Then Budge seemed to realize that his present was not as sightly as it might be, for he carefully closed the skins at the ends, and turned the unbroken ends to the front as deftly as if he were a born retailer of fruit. This done, he exclaimed: "Oh! we want our cards on em, else how will she know who they came from?" "We'll be here to tell her," said Toddie. "Huh!" said Budge; "That wouldn't make her half so happy. Don't you know how when cousin Florence gets presents of flowers, she's always happiest when she's lookin' at the card that comes with 'em?" "Aw right," said Toddie, hurrying into the parlor,'and returning with the cards of a lady and gentleman, taken haphazard from his aunt's card-receiver.