“Do you suppose Brownie likes it?” whispered Brother, who sat next to Sister.  Grandmother was on his other side.

“He feels kind of hot,” admitted Sister, who could not have been very comfortable with the heavy dog inside her blouse.  “But I think he likes it.”

Brownie had his head stuck halfway out, and he probably wondered where he was.  It was so dark that there was little danger of anyone discovering him.  A dog in a motion-picture house is about as popular, you know, as Mary’s lamb was in school.  That is, he isn’t popular at all.

Brownie might have gone to the movies and gone home again without anyone ever having been the wiser, if there had not been a film shown that night that no regular dog could look at and not bark.

“Oh, look at the big cat!” whispered Sister excitedly.

Surely enough, a large cat sat on the fence, and, as they watched, a huge collie dog, with a beautiful plumy tail, came marching around the corner.

He spied the cat and dashed for her.  She began to run, on the screen, of course.  The audience in the movie house began to laugh, for the dog in his first jump had upset a bucket of paint.  The people in the theatre were sure they were going to see a funny picture.

But Brownie had seen the cat, too.  He knew cats, and there were many in his neighborhood he meant to chase as soon as he was old enough to make them afraid of him.  He scratched vigorously on Sister’s blouse and whined.

“Ki-yi!” he yelped, as though saying:  “Ki-yi!  I’ll bet I could catch that cat!”

Barking shrilly, he scrambled out from Sister’s middy, shook himself free of her arms, and tore down the aisle of the theatre, intent on catching the fluffy cat.

“Ki-yi!” he continued to call joyously.

“Brownie!  Here, Brownie!” called Sister frantically.  “Brownie, come back here!”

The theatre was in an uproar in a minute.  Ladies began to shriek that the dog was mad, and some of them stood upon the seats and cried out.  The men who tried to catch Brownie only made him bark more, and the louder he barked the more the ladies shrieked.  Finally they stopped the picture and turned on the lights.

“Rhodes and Elizabeth Morrison!” said someone sternly.  “What are you doing here?”

There, across the aisle from Grandmother Hastings and Brother and Sister, sat Daddy and Mother Morrison with Dr. and Mrs. Yarrow.  They had come to the movies, too!

“Is that dog Brownie?” asked Daddy Morrison, coming over to them.

Everyone had left his seat and the aisle was in confusion; people talking and arguing and advising one another.

Sister nodded miserably.  She felt very small and unhappy.

“Rhodes, go down and get Brownie at once!” commanded Daddy Morrison.

When they were naughty, Brother and Sister were always called by their “truly” names, you see.

“I’ll go get him,” gulped Sister.  “I brought him—­Roddy didn’t want me to.”