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Page 26
It would have taken a harder heart than Carter's to withstand the
pleading tones and the expectant little face; and the gardener set
down his flower-pots, and laid down his trowel at once.
"Did your grandmother say you could go, Miss Midget?"
"She said I could go if you went with me."
"Then it's with ye I go, and we'll start at once."
Marjorie danced along by the side of the old man as he walked more
slowly down the garden path, when suddenly a new idea came into
her head.
"Oh, Carter," she cried, "have my seeds come up yet? And what are
the flowers? Let's go and look at them."
"Come up yet, is it? No, indeed, they've scarcely settled
themselves down in the earth yet."
"I wish they would come up, I want to see what they'll be. Let's
go and look at the place where we planted them, Carter."
So they turned aside to the flowerbed where the precious seeds had
been planted, but not even Marjorie's sharp eyes could detect the
tiniest green sprout. With an impatient little sigh she turned
away, and as they continued down toward the boathouse, Marjorie
heard somebody calling, and Molly Moss came flying up to her, all
out of breath.
"We were so afraid we wouldn't catch you," she exclaimed, "for
your Grandma said you had gone out in the boat."
"We haven't yet," answered Marjorie, "but we're just going. Oh,
Carter, can we take Molly, too?"
"And Stella," added Molly. "She's coming along behind."
Sure enough, Stella was just appearing round the corner of the
house, and walking as sedately as if on her way to church.
"Hurry up, Stella," called Marjorie. "Can we all go, Carter?"
"Yes, if yees'll set still in the boat and if the other little
lady gets here before afternoon. She's the nice, quiet child, but
you two are a pair of rascally babies, and I don't know whether
it's safe to go on the water with ye. I'm thinkin' I'll take
little Miss Stella, and leave ye two behind."
"_I_ don't think you will, Carter," said Marjorie, not at all
alarmed by the old man's threat. "_I_ think you'll take all three
of us, and we'll sit as still as mice, won't we, Molly?"
"Yes," said Molly; "can we take off our shoes and stockings and
hang our feet over the sides of the boat?"
"Oh, yes," cried Marjorie, "that will be lots of fun!"
"Indeed you'll do nothing of the sort," and Carter's honest old
face showed that he felt great anxiety concerning his madcap
charges. "Ye must promise to sit still, and not move hand or foot,
or I'll go back to my work and leave yees on shore."
This awful suggestion brought about promises of strictly good
behavior, and as Stella had arrived, the party proceeded to the
boathouse.
Stella was mildly pleased at the prospect of a row, and walked
demurely by Carter's side, while the other two ran on ahead and
reached the boathouse first.
As the door was locked, and they could not open it, Marjorie, who
was all impatience to see the boat, proposed that they climb in
the window. Molly needed no second invitation, and easily slipped
through the little square window, and Marjorie, with a trifle more
difficulty, wriggled her own plump little body through after.
As the window was not on the side of the boathouse toward which
Carter was approaching, he did not see the performance, and so
when he and Stella reach the boathouse a few moments later, they
could see nothing at all of the other two girls.
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