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Page 8
Marjorie sprang out of the carriage, and flew like a young
whirlwind to her grandmother's arms, which were open to receive
her.
"My dear child, how you have grown!"
"I knew you'd say that, Grandma," said Marjorie, laughing merrily,
"and, indeed, I have grown since I was here last. Just think, that
was three years ago! I'm almost twelve years old now."
"Well, you are a great girl; run in the house, and lay off your
things, while I speak to your mother."
Marjorie danced into the house, flung her coat and gloves on the
hall rack, and still holding her kitten, went on through to the
kitchen, in search of Eliza the cook.
"The saints presarve us!" cried Eliza. "An' is it yersilf, Miss
Midget! Why, ye're as big as a tellygraft pole, so ye are!"
"I know I am, Eliza, but you're just the same as ever; and just
look at the kitten I have brought! Have you any here now?"
"Cats, is it? Indade we have, then! I'm thinkin' there do be a
hundred dozen of thim; they're undher me feet continual! But what
kind of a baste is thot ye have there? I niver saw such a woolly
one!"
"This is a Persian kitten, Eliza, and her name is Puff. Isn't she
pretty?"
"I'll not be sayin' she's purty, till I see how she doos be
behavin'. Is she a good little cat, Miss Midget dear?"
"Good! Indeed she is a good kitty. And I wish you'd give her some
milk, Eliza, while I run out to see the chickens. Is Carter out
there?"
But without waiting for an answer, Marjorie was already flying
down through the garden, and soon found Carter, the gardener, at
his work.
"Hello, Carter!" she cried. "How are you this summer?"
"Welcome, Miss Midge! I'm glad to see you back," exclaimed the old
gardener, who was very fond of the Maynard children.
"And I'm glad to be here, Carter; and I have some seeds to plant;
will you help me plant them?"
"That I will. What are they?"
"I don't know; King gave them to me, but he wouldn't tell me what
they were."
"Ah, the mischievous boy! Now, how can we tell where to plant them
when we don't know if they'll come up lilies of the valley or
elephant's ears?"
Marjorie laughed gayly. "It doesn't matter, Carter," she said;
"let's stick them in some sunny place, and then, if they seem to
be growing too high, we can transplant them."
"It's a wise little head you have, Miss; we'll do just that."
Humoring Marjorie's impatience, the good-natured gardener helped
her plant the seeds in a sunny flowerbed, and raked the dirt
neatly over them with an experienced touch.
"That looks lovely," said Marjorie, with a satisfied nod of
approval; "now let's go and see the chickens."
This proved even more interesting than she had anticipated, for
since her last visit an incubator had been purchased, and there
were hundreds of little chickens of various sizes, in different
compartments, to be looked at and admired.
"Aren't they darlings!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she watched the
little yellow balls trying to balance themselves on slender little
brown stems that hardly seemed as if they could be meant for legs.
"Oh, Carter, I shall spend hours out here every day!"
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