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Page 14
After breakfast Jane tidied up the room, and Marjorie, arrayed in
a little pink kimono, prepared to spend the day in bed. Grandma
brought her books to read and writing materials to write letters
home, and Marjorie assured her that she could occupy herself
pleasantly.
So Grandma went away and left her alone. The first thing Marjorie
did was to write a letter to her mother, telling her all about the
accident. She had thought she would write a letter to each of the
children at home, but she discovered to her surprise that it
wasn't very easy to write sitting up in bed. Her arms became
cramped, and as she could not move her injured ankle her whole
body grew stiff and uncomfortable. So she decided to read. After
she had read what seemed a long time, she found that that, too,
was difficult under the circumstances. With a little sigh she
turned herself as well as she could and looked at the clock. To
her amazement, only an hour had elapsed since Grandma left her,
and for the first time the little girl realized what it meant to
be deprived of the free use of her limbs.
"Only ten o'clock," she thought to herself; "and dinner isn't
until one!"
Not that Marjorie was hungry, but like all the invalids she looked
forward to meal-times as a pleasant diversion.
But about this time Grandma reappeared to say that Molly had come
over to see her.
Marjorie was delighted, and welcomed Molly gladly.
"I'm awful sorry," the little visitor began, "that I made you
slide down the roof."
"You didn't make me do it," said Marjorie, "it was my fault quite
as much as yours; and, anyway, it isn't a very bad sprain. I'll be
out again in a few days, and then we can play some more. But we'll
keep down on the ground,--we can't fall off of that."
"I thought you might like to play some games this morning," Molly
suggested, "so I brought over my jackstraws and my Parcheesi
board."
"Splendid!" cried Marjorie, delighted to have new entertainment.
In a few moments Molly had whisked things about, and arranged the
jackstraws on a small table near the bed. But Marjorie could not
reach them very well, so Molly changed her plan.
"I'll fix it," she said, and laying the Parcheesi board on the
bed, she climbed up herself, and sitting cross-legged like a
little Turk, she tossed the jackstraws out on the flat board, and
the game began in earnest.
They had a jolly time and followed the jackstraws with a game of
Parcheesi.
Then Jane came up with some freshly baked cookies and two glasses
of milk.
"Why, how the time has flown!" cried Marjorie, "it's half-past
eleven, and it doesn't seem as if you'd been here more than five
minutes, Molly."
"I didn't think it was so late, either," and then the two girls
did full justice to the little luncheon, while the all-useful
Parcheesi board served as a table.
"Now," said Marjorie, when the last crumbs had disappeared, "let's
mix up the two games. The jackstraws will be people, and your
family can live in that corner of the Parcheesi board, and mine
will live in this. The other two corners will be strangers'
houses, and the red counters can live in one and the blue counters
in the other. This place in the middle will be a park, and these
dice can be deer in the park."
"Oh, what fun!" cried Molly, who was not as ingenious as Marjorie
at making up games, but who was appreciative enough to enter into
the spirit of it at once.
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