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But Stella, though she had quite forgiven Marjorie, was upset by
the whole affair, and wanted to go home.
So Grandma declared she would take the child home herself and
apologize to Mrs. Martin for Marjorie's rudeness.
"It was rude, Marjorie," she said, as she went away; "and I think
Molly must go home now, and leave you to do a little thinking
about your conduct to your other guest."
So Marjorie was left alone to think, and half an hour later
Grandma returned.
"That was a naughty trick, Marjorie, and I think you ought to be
punished for it."
"But, Grandma," argued Miss Mischief, "I wasn't disobedient; you
never told me not to say boo to anybody."
"But I told you, dear, that you must use your common-sense; and
you must have known that to startle Stella by a sudden scream at
her was enough to make her drop whatever she was holding."
"Grandma, I 'spect I was mischievous; but truly, she did look so
stiff and pudgy, I just HAD to make her jump."
"I know what you mean, Midge; and you have a natural love of
mischief, but you must try to overcome it. I want you to grow up
polite and kind, and remember those two words mean almost exactly
the same thing. You knew it wasn't kind to make Stella jump, even
if it hadn't caused her to upset things."
"No, I know it wasn't, Grandma, and I'm sorry now. But I'll tell
you what: whenever Stella comes over here again, I'll try to be
SPECIALLY kind to her, to make up for saying boo!"
CHAPTER VII
A BOAT-RIDE
Great was the rejoicing of the whole household when at last
Marjorie was able to come downstairs once more.
Uncle Steve assisted her down. He didn't carry her, for he said
she was far too much of a heavyweight for any such performance as
that, but he supported her on one side, and with a banister rail
on the other she managed beautifully.
And, anyway, her ankle was just about as well as ever. The doctor
had not allowed the active child to come downstairs until there
was little if any danger that an imprudence on her part might
injure her again.
It was Saturday afternoon, and though she could not be allowed to
walk about the place until the following week, yet Uncle Steve
took her for a long, lovely drive behind Ned and Dick, and then
brought her back to another jolly little surprise.
This was found in a certain sheltered corner of one of the long
verandas. It was so built that it was almost like a cosy, little
square room; and climbing vines formed a pleasant screen from the
bright sunlight. To it Uncle Steve had brought a set of wicker
furniture: dear little chairs and a table and a settee, all
painted green. Then there was a green-and-white hammock swung at
just the right height, and containing two or three fat, jolly-
looking, green pillows, in the midst of which Puff had chosen to
curl herself up for a nap.
There was a little bamboo bookcase, with a few books and papers,
and a large box covered with Japanese matting, which had a hinged
lid, and was lovely to keep things in. There was a rug on the
floor, and Japanese lanterns hung from the ceiling, all in tones
of green and white and silver.
Marjorie unceremoniously dislodged Puff from her comfortable
position, and flung herself into the hammock instead.
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