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"Oh, dear!" said Marjorie, "this is a bad jinks after all!" "Never mind, Mopsy," said King, magnanimously, "it wasn't your fault. It was mine." "No, it was mine," said Midge, "for I proposed playing auction. I might have known we'd play it too hard." "Never mind," said Kitty, "the company didn't have anything to do with the trouble, and we mustn't make them feel bad."
"Now, look out, Mopsy," she said, "I'm going to let go of this other bucket and then I'll only have my own chain to hang on to, so you manage it right and stick the stick through the chain when I tell you to." The plan worked pretty well, except that it was not easy for Marjorie to keep the water-filled bucket back to balance Molly's weight.
Then he realized that somebody was speaking to him, in a small, bashful voice. He turned, and saw a little girl in shorts and a sleeveless jacket, holding in her arms a long-haired blond puppy with big ears and appealing eyes. "Hello, both of you," he said. The puppy wriggled and tried to lick the girl's face. "Don't, Mopsy. We want to talk to this gentleman," she said.
"Because I can tell by your voice that you're cheerful and pleasant, and that's all I ask of you. Good-bye, Mopsy, I must go for my train. The others will talk to you later on." "Good-bye, Father, and I would like the kitten sent over." Marjorie left the telephone with such a happy face that Miss Hart, who had just come downstairs, said: "I'm sure you had pleasant messages from home."
All that his gaze rested on spoke of ease and taste and leisure. Evelyn, sitting opposite him, looked wonderfully fresh in her white dress; Mopsy was as amusing as she dared to be; but Vane felt drawn back to the restless world again as he glanced at his hostess and saw the wrinkles round her eyes and a hint of cleverly hidden strain in her expression.
Presently he saw Evelyn, for whom he had been waiting, cross the opposite end of the terrace. Moving forward he joined her at the entrance to a shrubbery walk. A big, clipped yew with a recess in which a seat had been placed stood close by. "I have been sitting with Mopsy," said Evelyn. "She seems very little the worse for her adventure thanks to you." She hesitated and her voice grew softer.
Don't be sad and tearful, Just be gay and cheerful; Don't be sadly sighing, For the days are flying, And some day or other You'll come home to MOTHER." "Why, that's as good as a valentine," said Miss Hart, as Midget finished reading the lines. "So it is!" said Marjorie, smiling; "I'm going to pretend they're all valentines. Here's father's." "Marjorie, Midget Mopsy, The world is tipsy-topsy!
Corey, Hester's been with us an hour, and we're waiting for Mopsy. She said she'd come as soon as she finished her practising." "She stopped practising some time ago," said Mrs. Corey. "I haven't heard the piano for half an hour or more." "I'll bet she's tucked away somewhere, reading!" exclaimed King; "I'll hunt her out!" "Perhaps she's gone over to Cousin Ethel's," suggested Mrs. Maynard.
"It's too hot for tennis," said Stella, "and, besides, you girls haven't tennis shoes on and you'd spoil your shoes and the court, too." "Oh, what do you think," said Mopsy, suddenly; "I have the loveliest idea! Only we can't do it this afternoon, because we're all too much dressed up. But I'll tell you about it, and we can begin to-morrow morning."
Our prospectors dream of it as the Mother Lode, and some spend half their lives in search of it; it was called El Dorado three hundred years ago. After all, the idea's a deeper thing than a miner's fantasy: in one shape or another it's inherent in optimistic human nature. Are you sure the microbe hasn't bitten you and Mopsy?" He was too shrewd.
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