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At the same time, from an opposite portière, a lady sprang out and took Marjorie in her arms. "Cousin Ethel!" "Cousin Jack!" And the children laughed in glee as they recognized Mr. and Mrs. Bryant. "You dear things!" the lady exclaimed. "I think it's awful to startle you so, but it's the joke of your father and your Cousin Jack. I was afraid it would scare you. Did it?"
On the one side lay such an excitement as he had never yet known for Anthony was no merely mad fool a path, too, that gave him hopes of Marjorie, that gave him an escape from home without any more ado, a task besides which he could tell himself honestly was, at least, for the cause that lay so near to Marjorie's heart, and was beginning to lie near his own.
I really owe you an apology. I spoke to you in the street the other day. I don't know what you thought of me, but you look so much like my dearest chum in B that I called to you before I realized what I was doing." The other girl regarded Marjorie with the suspicious, uneasy eyes of a cornered animal.
Marjorie's mother enjoyed "experiences" as well as Marjorie enjoyed stories. And she liked nothing better than to relate her own; after hearing an experience she usually began, "Now I will tell you mine." Marjorie thought she knew every one of her mother's experiences. But it was Evangelist who was speaking.
"Poor man, poor man," said Marjorie; "for he is poor, although he has so much wealth isn't he, Dick?" "Yes, jolly poor, and miserable too. I wouldn't be him for something," said Dick. "Come on, it makes me wretched to think about him let's get back to the Dolphins." When they reached them, they found that little friend, the thin fish, had arrived at last. "Hullo!" cried Dick.
"We've come, Carter; we've come!" cried Marjorie, flinging open a door of the green-house in which Carter was busy potting some plants. "You don't say so, Miss Mischief! Well, I'm right down glad to see you! And is this Master King? And Miss Kitty? Well, you all grow like weeds after a rain, but I'll warrant you're as full of mischief as ever!"
Do look where you are putting the scissors. Do I think it, miss? I know it. Miss Marjorie, sweet pet, you shall thread these daisies. You shall make a pretty chain of them to put around your neck. There's my little precious."
"But, of course," Marjorie explained, "we are not really quite on the other side, or we should be at the South Pole, and that would be as cold as where we came from, wouldn't it, Dick?" "I suppose so," answered Dick, looking about him. "Well, this place is hot enough, anyhow, whew!" and he unbuttoned the heavy fur coat which he had been glad enough to put on a short time before.
Then he kneeled down, and Herbert heard his sword click on the stone floor. The minister, dressed in a white and purple robe, with one arm out-stretched, was talking to him in a sing-song voice. Herbert couldn't see Marjorie, the pillar was in the way; but he felt that she was there.
It did not come from either Marjorie or her leading man. Patsy stood with a vagabond glove pressed hard over her mouth quite unconscious that the cry had escaped and that there was no longer need of muzzling then plunged headlong through the hangings into the library. Marjorie Schuyler was standing alone. "Where is he your man?" "He's gone and please don't call him that!"
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