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"Do, Miss Midge; I'll be glad to have you, and the chickens won't
mind it a bit."
"Now the horses," Marjorie went on, and off they went to the
stables, where Moses had already unharnessed the carriage team,
and put them in their stalls. Uncle Steve had a new saddle horse,
which came in for a large share of admiration, and the old horse,
Betsy, which Grandma Sherwood liked to drive herself, was also to
be greeted.
Marjorie loved all animals, but after cats, horses were her
favorites.
"Are there any ducks this year, Carter?" she inquired.
"Yes, Miss Midge, there is a duck-pond full of them; and you
haven't seen the new boathouse that was built last year for Master
Kingdon."
"No, but I want to see it; and oh, Carter, don't you think you
could teach me to row?"
"I'm sure of it, Miss Midge; but I hear your grandmother calling
you, and I think you'd better leave the boathouse to see to-
morrow."
"All right; I think so too, Carter." And Marjorie ran back to the
house, her broad-brimmed hat in one hand and her hair ribbon in
the other, while her curls were, indeed, in a tangled mop.
CHAPTER III
ON THE ROOF
"Why, Mopsy Maynard," exclaimed her mother, as Marjorie danced
into the house, smiling and dishevelled, "what a looking head!
Please go straight to your room, and make yourself tidy before
supper time."
"Yes, indeed, Mother, but just listen a minute! Uncle Steve has a
new horse, a black one, and there are a hundred million little
chickens, in the queerest kind of a thing, but I can't remember
its name,--it's something like elevator."
"Incubator, perhaps," suggested her mother.
"Yes, that's it; and oh, Mother, it's so funny! Do come out and
see it, won't you?"
"Not to-night, child; and now run up to your room and tie up your
hair."
Marjorie danced upstairs, singing as she went, but when she
reached the door of the room she was accustomed to use, she
stopped her singing and stood in the doorway, stock-still with
sheer bewilderment.
For somehow the room had been entirely transformed, and looked
like a totally different apartment.
The room was in one of the wings of the house, and was large and
square, with windows on two sides. But these had been ordinary
windows, and now they were replaced by large, roomy bay windows,
with glass doors that reached from floor to ceiling, and opened
out on little balconies. In one of these bay windows was a dear
little rocking-chair painted white, and a standard work-basket of
dainty white and green wicker, completely furnished with sewing
materials. In the other bay window was a dear little writing-desk
of bird's-eye maple, and a wicker chair in front of it. The desk
was open, and Marjorie could see all sorts of pens and pencils and
paper in fascinating array.
But these were only a few of the surprises. The whole room had
been redecorated, and the walls were papered with a design of
yellow daffodils in little bunches tied with pale green ribbon.
The woodwork was all painted white, and entirely around the room,
at just about the height of Marjorie's chin, ran a broad white
shelf. Of course this shelf stopped for the windows and doors, but
the room was large, and there was a great deal of space left for
the shelf. But it was the things on the shelf that attracted
Marjorie's attention. One side of the room was devoted to books,
and Marjorie quickly recognized many of her old favorites, and
many new ones. On another side of the room the shelf was filled
with flowers, some blooming gayly in pots, and some cut blossoms
in vases of water. On a third side of the room the shelf held
birds, and this sight nearly took Marjorie's breath away. Some
were in gilt cages, a canary, a goldfinch, and another bird whose
name Marjorie did not know. And some were stuffed birds of
brilliant plumage, and mounted in most natural positions on twigs
or branches, or perched upon an ivy vine which was trained along
the wall. The fourth side was almost empty, and Marjorie knew at
once that it was left so in order that she might have a place for
such treasured belongings as she had brought with her.
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