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When the children reached the big open field that was just across the river from Grandma Sherwood's, although their clothes had ceased dripping, they were far from dry, and they all shivered in the keen morning air. "Yell away, Mopsy," cried King. "You can make Carter hear if anybody can." So Marjorie yelled her very best ear-splitting shrieks. "Car-ter!
The trial was a decided failure, and resulted only in a frolic, after which the buttoning was done separately and successfully. "And anyway, we're not in such a hurry," commented Kitty, "and don't ever try that stunt again, Mopsy. My arms are nearly twisted off!" "All right, Kit, I won't. Now are you ready? Come on; don't make any noise; we don't want to wake anybody."
Her tumbling, curly hair, which was everlastingly escaping from its ribbon, had gained for her the title of Mops or Mopsy. Midge and Midget had clung to her from babyhood, because she was an active and energetic child, and so quick of motion that she seemed to dart like a midge from place to place. She never did anything slowly.
She seemed to be the best of all the dancers, and twice she danced alone, doing marvellous fancy steps and receiving great applause from the audience. "Isn't she lovely!" exclaimed Midget. "I wish I could dance like that." "You never can, Mopsy," said King. "You're too heavy. That girl is a featherweight." "She looks nice," said Midget. "I'd like to know her."
The girls were disappointed, but when they found they couldn't go, they went out to Marjorie's porch to talk it all over. "I think," said Marjorie, "it's our duty to do something for those children. Just think, Molly, we have everything we want, and they have nothing." "I'll tell you what, Mopsy: let's sew and make things for them; dresses, you know, and aprons."
"Poor little unlucky Mopsy Midget Mehitabel! Oh, what a sad fate to be thirteen years old, and to be so loaded down with birthday gifts that you don't know where you're at! "Mopsy Midget Mehitabel May Has come to a most unlucky day! Nothing will happen but feasting and fun, And gifts, pretty nearly a hundred and one!
The little girls all wore white dresses, each with a different colored ribbon, and were all ready, and sitting in state, at ten minutes before the hour appointed for the party. "Isn't Delight coming, Mopsy?" asked Mrs. Maynard. "No, mother; I just telephoned her, and she won't come. She's acting up foolish about Glad, you know." "Indeed it is foolish," said Mrs.
But not long after, she was called to the telephone again, and her father's cheery voice said: "Why, Marjorie Midget Mopsy Maynard! What's this I hear about your deserting your home and family?" "Oh, Father dear, isn't it terrible!" "Why, I don't know as it is. You'll have a fine visit with your little friend, and you won't have to go to school, and I should think you'd have a fine time!
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries; but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate. First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.
I'll bet you've slain just hundreds of cruel and wicked enemies." "Thousands, Your Majesty." He wished that weren't literally true; he didn't know how many of them had been little girls like Myrna and little dogs like Mopsy. He found that he was holding both of them tightly. The girl was saying: "But you feel bad about it." These children must be telepaths!
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