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"We were playing automobile, you see--"
"Oh, well, if it was an automobile accident, it's not at all
surprising. Was it reckless driving, or did you collide with
something?"
"We collided with the table," said Marjorie, laughing; but just
then Grandma Sherwood appeared, and somehow the look of
consternation on her face seemed to take all the fun out of the
whole affair.
But Uncle Steve stood between Marjorie and a reprimand, and in
consequence of his comical explanation of the disaster, Mrs.
Sherwood fell to laughing, and the tragedy became a comedy.
And then, at Uncle Steve's orders, the girls were made tidy, and
he took them out for a drive, while the long-suffering Carter was
called in to remove all evidences of the dreadful automobile
accident.
CHAPTER XXI
A FAREWELL TEA-PARTY
The summer, as all summers will do, came to an end, and at last it
was the very day before Marjorie was to leave Haslemere and go
back to her own home.
The three friends were having a farewell tea-party at "Breezy
Inn," and very sad were the three little faces at the thought of
parting.
"And the worst of it is," said Midget, "I can't come again for
four years, and then I'll be sixteen years old, just think of
that!"
"So will I," said Molly; "we'll be almost young ladies. Isn't it
horrid?"
"At least we won't get into such mischief," said Marjorie,
laughing as she remembered the scrapes they had been in all
summer. "And next year it's Kitty's turn to come, and you'll have
fun with her here in "Breezy Inn," and I won't be here."
At this pathetic announcement, Stella began to cry in earnest, and
merry Molly tried to cheer the others up.
"Well, we can't help it," she said, "and I suppose, Marjorie,
you'll be having a good time somewhere else."
"I s'pose so. They were all at the seashore this summer, and Kitty
wrote to me that she had had a lovely time."
"Maybe she'll trade off with you," said Stella, "and let you come
up here next summer, while she goes to the seashore again."
"Maybe she will," said Midget, brightening up; "I'd like that, but
I don't believe Mother will let us. You see, we take regular turns
spending the summer with Grandma. Baby Rosamond never has been
yet, but when it's her turn again, she'll be old enough, and so
that puts me off for four years."
"Don't let's talk about it," said Molly, as she took her eleventh
ginger-snap from the plate; "we can't help it, and we may as well
look on the bright side. Let's write letters to each other this
winter; shall we?"
"Yes, indeed," said Stella; "I'll write you every week, Marjorie,
and you must write to me, and we'll all send each other Christmas
presents, and, of course 'Breezy Inn' will be shut up for the
winter anyway, I suppose."
"I suppose it will," said Marjorie, "and I s'pose it's time for us
to go now; it's six o'clock."
There was a little choke in her voice as she said this, and a
little mist in her eyes as she looked for the last time at the
familiar treasures of "Breezy Inn."
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