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Page 55
"Well, let's read part of the time, anyway," said Stella; "I do
love to read or to be read to."
"We will," agreed Marjorie, amiably, and Molly agreed, too.
CHAPTER XV
THE BROKEN LADDER
As the days went on, "Breezy Inn" became more and more a delight
to the children. They never grew tired of it, but, on the
contrary, new attractions connected with it were forever
developing. Many additions had been made to the furnishings, each
of the three girls having brought over treasures from her own
store.
They had reading days, and paper-doll days, and game-playing days,
and feast days, and days when they did nothing but sit on the
little veranda and make plans. Often their plans were not carried
out, and often they were, but nobody cared much which way it
happened. Sometimes Stella sat alone on the little porch, reading.
This would usually be when Molly and Midge were climbing high up
into the branches of the old maple-trees. It was very delightful
to be able to step off of one's own veranda onto the branch of a
tree and then climb on up and up toward the blue sky. And
especially, there being two girls to climb, it was very useful to
have two trees.
But not every day did the girls spend in "Breezy Inn." Sometimes
they roamed in the woods, or went rowing on the river, and
sometimes they visited at each other's houses.
One pleasant afternoon in late July, Marjorie asked Grandma if she
mightn't go to spend the afternoon at Stella's.
Mrs. Sherwood liked to have her go to Stella's, as the influence
of the quiet little girl helped to subdue Marjorie's more
excitable disposition, and about three o'clock Marjorie started
off.
Grandma Sherwood looked after the child, as she walked away, with
admiring eyes. Marjorie wore a dainty frock of white dimity,
scattered with tiny pink flowers. A pink sash and hair-ribbons
were fresh and crisply tied, and she carried the pretty parasol
Stella had given her on her birthday.
With Marjorie, to be freshly dressed always made her walk
decorously, and Grandma smiled as she saw the little girl pick her
way daintily down the walk to the front gate, and along the road
to Stella's, which, though only next door, was several hundred
yards away.
As Marjorie passed out of sight, Grandma sighed a little to think
how quickly the summer was flying by, for she dearly loved to have
her grandchildren with her, and though, perhaps, not to be called
favorite, yet Marjorie was the oldest and possessed a very big
share of her grandmother's affection.
Soon after she reached Stella's, Molly came flying over. Molly,
too, had on a clean afternoon dress, but that never endowed her
with a sense of decorum, as it did Marjorie.
"Hello, girls," she cried, as she climbed over the veranda-railing
and plumped herself down in the hammock. "What are we going to do
this afternoon?"
"Let's read," said Stella, promptly.
"Read, read, read!" said Molly. "I'm tired of your everlasting
reading. Let's play tennis."
"It's too hot for tennis," said Stella, "and, besides, you girls
haven't tennis shoes on and you'd spoil your shoes and the court,
too."
"Oh, what do you think," said Mopsy, suddenly; "I have the
loveliest idea! Only we can't do it this afternoon, because we're
all too much dressed up. But I'll tell you about it, and we can
begin to-morrow morning."
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