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Page 30
This threat had more effect than Carter's reprimands, and, though
the two madcaps giggled softly, they did sit pretty still for the
remainder of the trip.
Once more on the dock, Marjorie shook herself like a big dog, and
declared she wasn't very wet, after all. "And I'm very much
obliged to you, Carter," she said, smiling at the old man; "you
were awful good to take us for such a lovely boat-ride, and I'm
sorry we carried on so, but truly, Carter, it was such a lovely
boat that I just couldn't help it! And you do row splendid!"
The compliment was sincere, and by no means made with the
intention of softening Carter's heart, but it had that effect, and
he beamed on Midget as he replied:
"Ah, that's all right, me little lady. Ye just naturally can't
help bouncin' about like a rubber ball. Ye have to work off yer
animal spirits somehow, I s'pose. But if so be that ye could sit a
bit quieter, I might be injuced to take ye agin some other day.
But I'd rather yer grandma'd be along."
"Oho!" laughed Marjorie. "It would be funny to have Grandma in a
boat! She'd sit stiller than Stella, and I don't believe she'd
like it, either."
With Stella in the middle, the three girls intertwined their arms
and skipped back to the house. Marjorie and Molly had found that
the only way to make Stella keep up with them was to urge her
along in that fashion.
"Good-by," said Marjorie, as the three parted at the gate; "be
sure to come over to-morrow morning; and, Stella, if you'll bring
your paintbox, it will be lovely for you to paint those paper
dolls."
The three girls had become almost inseparable companions, and
though Midge and Molly were more congenial spirits, Stella acted
as a balance wheel to keep them from going too far. She really had
a good influence over them, though exerted quite unconsciously;
and Midge and Molly inspired Stella with a little more self-
confidence and helped her to conquer her timidity.
"Good-by," returned Stella, "and be sure to have a letter in the
post office by four o'clock, when James goes for the milk."
The post office in the old maple tree had become quite an
institution, and the girls put letters there for each other nearly
every day, and sent for them by any one who might happen to be
going that way.
Quiet little Stella was especially fond of getting letters and
would have liked to receive them three times a day.
The elder members of the three families often sent letters or
gifts to the children, and it was not at all unusual to find
picture postcards or little boxes of candy, which unmistakably
came from the generous hand of Uncle Steve.
One delightful afternoon Marjorie sat in her cosy little porch
with a table full of delightful paraphernalia and a heart full of
expectation.
She was waiting for Uncle Steve, who was going to devote that
afternoon to helping her arrange her Memory Book. Marjorie had
collected a quantity of souvenirs for the purpose, and Uncle Steve
had bought for her an enormous scrapbook. When she had exclaimed
at its great size, he had advised her to wait until it had begun
to fill up before she criticised it; and when she looked at her
pile of treasures already accumulated, she wondered herself how
they would all get in the book.
At last Uncle Steve came, and sitting down opposite Marjorie at
her little table, announced himself as ready to begin operations.
"We'll plan it out a little first, Mopsy, and then fasten the
things in afterward."
Marjorie was quite content to sit and look on, at least until she
found out how such things were done.
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