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"It isn't!" screamed Hester; "I won't have it so! I'm going to be Queen!" She fairly snatched the crown from Marjorie's head, and whisked it onto her own head. As it had been made to fit Midget's thick mop of curls, it was too big for Hester, and came down over her ears, and well over her eyes. "Ho! ho!" jeered Dick; "a nice Queen you look! Ho! ho!"
"She's aseep. She kied and kied, Middy did, an' nen she went seepy-by, all herself." "Cried!" exclaimed Mrs. Maynard, looking at Midget's swollen, tear-stained face. "What was she crying about?" "I donno," answered Rosy, "but she feeled awful bad 'bout somefin'." "I should think she did!
Run on, now, happen yer mother is wantin' ye." "Happen she isn't. Scoot, Ellen, and give me a chance at that door." Unable to resist Midget's wheedling glance, the big Irishwoman moved away from the door, and Marjorie threw it open, and disclosed King, calmly sitting on a flour barrel. As he was fairly caught, the game was over, and the two, with intertwined arms rejoined the family.
"I think that's sort of silly," said Delight, looking at the rhymes she had written at Midget's dictation. "Yes, I know it is," returned Marjorie, cheerfully. "It's nonsense, and that's 'most always silly. But Kit loves it, and so do I. We make up awful silly rhymes sometimes. You don't know Kitty very well yet, do you? She's only ten, but she plays pretend games lovely. Better'n I do.
Bryant still sitting in the library waiting for morning. "Father," said King, his eyes shining bright beneath his tousled hair, "I've been rummaging in Midget's room. I thought I might find out something to help us. And she's taken her pocketbook, and the gold piece Uncle Steve gave her last Christmas. I know, because I know where she always kept it, and it's gone."
"Keep your hands straight, Helen," she admonished her mother. "Keep the backs of them so level that a lead pencil wouldn't roll off. I'll get a lead pencil." "No, don't!" exclaimed Mrs. Maynard, in dismay. She liked to play the piano, but she was far from careful to hold her hands in the position required by Midget's teacher. "Yes, I think I'd better, Helen.
"En I'll cut yer heart out," the big one yelled as he stumbled and almost fell. As evidence that he would make good his terrifying threat, the lout flourished a clasp-knife in his right hand; with his left, he made futile grabs at the midget's coat tail. The crowd that watched this contest was not of the circus.
The sight of Midget's empty chair began to seem tragic, and King choked and left the table. Mrs. Maynard burst into tears, and rose also. Her husband followed her. "Don't worry, Helen," he urged; "she's sure to be safe and sound somewhere." "Oh, I don't know, Ed! Such a thing as this never happened before! Oh, find her, Ed, do find her!"
The bright side suddenly faded, and Midget's curly head went down in her arm, and she shook with sobs. A vision of home, and the dear family around the dinner-table, while she was exiled in a strange house, was too much for her. "Now, Marjorie," said the doctor, "you must bear this bravely. It is hard, I know, but Mrs. Spencer is by far the greatest sufferer.
En shore enough when we got to Little Rock and Shako got holt of some sugarcane, he win that old elephant's respect instanter. En that ain't all! When we got to Memphis en hit into that big storm, why ole Mom " But the audience died away to one man as the midget's voice interrupted. "Say, Fisheye, I want you to meet a friend of mine, Mr. Welborn. Meet Mr. Welborn, Mr. Gleason. Mr.
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