“Move all those things,” Roosevelt ordered, pointing to the hall table. “Let me set this down.” Alice hastily removed the card tray and candlesticks from the table, setting them carefully on the floor. The fish continued their giddy pirouette and small Archie pressed his button of a nose against the cold glass. “They dancing,” he exclaimed delightedly. “Father, fishes dancing!” “Silly! Fishes can’t dance,” declared Kermit. “They’ve got no feet. Have they got feet, Father?” “No, they haven’t any feet. They’re just excited,” said his father, hanging up his hat and overcoat. There was a scurry of feet on the stairs and seven-year-old Ethel came flying down followed at a quieter pace by her mother. “We were putting the baby to bed. Oh, goldfish! But Theodore—” “They’re ours,” Kermit said. “I counted and there are twelve of them. Which is the mother fish, Father, the one who lays the eggs?” “They aren’t ours,” answered his father. “I got them for the school for you to give the other children as a goodby gift. This house is freezing, Edie, can’t that man do something about the fires?” “There’s one burning wherever there’s a fireplace, Theodore, and they’ve been stoking both furnaces continually all day. This house is just hard to heat on a windy day.” “My room is like an icehouse,” said Alice. “My fingers got practically stiff while I was dressing.” “We’ll hope that the house in Albany is easier to heat,” said Mrs. Roosevelt. “I don’t want to move to Albany,” Ethel whimpered. “I don’t want to leave my puppies and my pony.” “Silly!” scorned young Ted, who had stood a little aloof from all the excitement over the goldfish, as he usually did from things he considered childish. “You should be proud to go to Albany, Father’s going to be governor of New York.” “Is that like being president?” asked Ethel. “Slightly less than being president,” Ted conceded, “but not much less.” “Theodore, we’re due at the schoolhouse right now,” his wife reminded him. “Children, get your hats and coats and everyone must put on overshoes. We don’t want any frosted fingers or toes for Christmas. Theodore, I don’t really know if Ted should go or not. His chest is still frail from that grippe.” “Bundle up well, Ted,” ordered his father. “Cold weather never hurt anybody.” “It hurts me.” Alice shivered. “I get goose bumps and I hate them and the end of my nose turns red.” “Get ready at once, Alice, and you too, Ted, if you’re going,” directed their father. “Mother had me excused from making my speech,” said Ted. “I still think I was well enough to have made it.” “I can say mine,” Kermit shouted, halfway up the stairs, “‘Higgledy piggledy went to school—’” “You’ll be scared when the time comes,” Ted jeered. “I bet you forget half of it.”