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Sherwood naturally thought it an accident due to Stella's carelessness, but Marjorie instantly confessed. "It's my fault, Grandma," she said; "I scared Stella, and she couldn't help dropping her things." "You are a naughty girl, Mischief," said Grandma, as she tried to comfort the weeping Stella.
"Torchy, you must do the family honors." "Do which?" says I, with business of great surprise. "Meet my sister Marjorie, see that she gets through the customs without landing in jail, and take her home in a taxi. Think you're equal to it, eh?" says he. "I could make a stab," says I. "I'll risk that much," says he.
"There were two of them with bloody noses before all was done.... You have come for the news, I suppose, mistress?" He eyed her genially and approvingly. He had heard a great deal of this young lady in the last three or four years; and wished there were more of her kind. "That is what I have come for," said Marjorie. "We have Mrs. Thomas over at Babington House."
She had been insulted by a man who had used her name lightly, who had proclaimed that he was her husband, a man who was a complete stranger to her. She had heard of him before from Marjorie Linden, when they were at school together. Marjorie had spoken of this man in effusive admiration. Joan's lips curled with scorn. She did not question her own anger. She did not ask herself, was it reasonable?
Dick worked steadily, and Ruth plodded slowly along. As they neared the end at the same time the watchers grew greatly excited. "I bet on Ruth!" cried King; "go it, Ruth! get up! g'lang there!" "Go on, Dick," cried Marjorie. "Clk! Clk! go 'long!" On sped the cutters, but just as it seemed as if they must finish at the same time, Dick gave a little nervous jerk at his paper, and it tore right off.
It was an unusual experience for a fancy fair, as often there are many unsold wares left to be auctioned off or sold at reduced rates. When it was all over and the last guests had departed, swinging their lanterns, Marjorie, very tired but very happy, displayed a well-filled cash-box. "How much do you suppose?" she cried gayly to Uncle Steve. "Fifty dollars," guessed that jovial gentleman.
The weariness had crept into Marjorie's face since she closed her books; it was not when she opened the Bible. Was the child enduring any spiritual conflicts again? Linnet had never had spiritual conflicts; what should she do with this too introspective Marjorie? Would Prue grow up to ask questions and need just such comforting, too?
The Bible leaves were still, after a second Miss Prudence read: "'For many walk, of whom I have told you often, and now tell you even weeping, that they are the enemies of the cross of Christ." That was not the answer, Linnet thought. "What does that mean to you, Marjorie?" asked Miss Prudence. "Why it can't mean anything different from what it says.
Marjorie couldn't help thinking what a contrast this greeting was to their reception at Grandma Maynard's, but she also realized that the Bryants were much younger people, and apparently were very fond of children. Altogether, it was a most satisfactory welcome, and the Maynards trooped into the house, with that comfortable feeling always bestowed by a warm reception.
I only ask you to promise me what you would not agree to, when Marjorie Moore asked it of you: 'Don't do any favor for any one, no matter who asks it of you this afternoon!" Bab gave up. "All right, Ruth, dear; I promise," she conceded. "You know very well that I can't refuse you anything, though I do think you and Miss Moore are asking me to be ridiculous.
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