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We weep and cry All through the day. "Oh, come back quick, Dear Mopsy Mop! Then each small chick Will gayly hop. "We'll chirp with glee, No more we'll weep; Each chickadee Will loudly peep." "Well, that's certainly fine, Midget, for such little chickens. If it were the old hen, now, I wouldn't be so surprised, for I see her scratching on the ground every day.
"Good-night, Kit; good-night, Mopsy," and with an affectionate tweak of his sisters' curls. King went away to his own room, and the girls to theirs. Next morning Midget and Kitty were awake early, and found that the sunshine was fairly pouring itself in at their bay window. "I don't believe it's time to get up," said Midget, as she smiled at Kitty across the room.
"Your long-lost daughter!" said Midge, nestling in his big, comfortable embrace. "No! Can it be? This great big girl! Why, how you've grown! And yet, yes, it is! my own Marjorie Mischief Mopsy Midget Maynard! Well, I am glad you're back where you belong!" "So'm I! I tell you Father Maynard, it was awful hard to stay away so long." "I know it, girlie, and I hope it won't happen again.
"No, I'm no good at all at writing letters. Don't you have any chum in my place, Mopsy?" "Why, yes, I s'pose I do," said Marjorie, slowly, for it was just beginning to dawn on her that Delight had taken Gladys' place. "I'm awfully good friends with Delight Spencer, who lives in the house you used to live in." "Delight! what a pretty name." "Yes, and she's an awfully pretty girl.
"What about the cow; does she miss me?" asked Marjorie, gravely, though her eyes were twinkling. "The cow!" exclaimed Uncle Steve. "She stands by the fence with her head on the top rail, and moos so loud that I should think you could hear her yourself. She calls 'Mopsy, Mopsy, Moo, from morning till night. And the chickens! Well, the incubator is full of desolate chickens.
"I 'spect so, Mopsy. But with the ocean and the beach, I doubt if you'll stay in this yard much." "Oh, that's so; I forgot the ocean! Come on, Father, let's go and look at it." So the three went down to the beach, and Marjorie, who hadn't been to the seashore since she was a small child, plumped herself down on the sand, and just gazed out at the tumbling waves.
"I'll tell you what, Mopsy," she said, having already adopted Marjorie's nickname, "let's climb out of the window, that skylight window, I mean, onto the roof of the barn, and slide down. It's a lovely long slide." "We'll slide off!" exclaimed Marjorie, aghast at this proposition. "Oh, no, we won't; there's a ledge at the edge of the roof, and your heels catch that, and that stops you.
"I'm going with King," announced Marjorie; "I shan't mind the walk, either, and it will be fun for both of us to be together, while it would be awful lonesome for King all alone." "Good for you, Mopsy Midget!" cried King, "you're a trump! Come on, we'll get there before the car does." King grasped his sister's hand, and they set off merrily at a good pace along the straight road to Pelton.
"No, ma'am! no-thing!" and Midget actually pounded the table with her knife-handle, so emphatic was she. "You tell her, Fred," said Mrs. Maynard, smiling at her husband. "Well, Madcap Mopsy," said her father, "try to bear up under this new misfortune; your mother and I have planned a plan, and this is it.
Nobody knew exactly the particular fun in this performance, for it only meant an immediate readjustment of the same ribbons, but it was a frequent occurrence, and usually passed unnoticed. "And old Mopsy couldn't stay away from this bunch, either," returned Marjorie, in response to her brother's remark. "Why, if I just tried it, I'm sure it would kill me!" "I'm sure so, too," agreed Kitty.
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