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When are you?" "In a few days. Do you know Cicely Ross?" "No, I don't know very many children in Seacote. Do you know the Craig boys?" "No. I guess we don't know the same people. But I know Hester Corey, and you do, too, 'cause I've seen her playing in your yard." "Oh, yes, Hester plays with us a lot." "She's a funny girl, isn't she?" "Well, she's nice sometimes, and sometimes she isn't.
Bless you, old fellow, for your help." But when connection had been made, and Cousin Jack found himself in communication with Grandma Maynard, he didn't know what to say. Maynard? You don't know me, but I'm Jack Bryant, a guest at Ed Maynard's house in Seacote. Now, won't you tell me when Marjorie's birthday comes?" "Ah, I've heard of you, Mr. Bryant," said Grandma Maynard, pleasantly.
Geary said, when he saw it; and his wife exclaimed, "My stars!" After leaving the conductor's house in Asbury Park, Mr. Maynard and Mr. Bryant went to a telephone office, and pursued the plan of calling up every railroad station along the road between Seacote and New York. But no good news was the result.
I love Marjorie, and I wish I could see her again, but there's little hope of it. She wrote to me last week that they would be in Seacote all summer." "Yes, that is their plan," said Cousin Jack. He could say no more, and dropped the receiver without even a good-by.
Bryant replied: "Well, you see, if you've room for us here in Seacote, we're going to stay here for a while. In fact, we've taken this shack with such an intention." "Oh!" cried Marjorie. "You've taken this house for the summer, and Father knew it, and sent us over here to be surprised!"
'Courtiers and Citizens: This journal, called The Jolly Sandboy, shall relate from time to time the doings of our noble court. It shall tell of the doughty deeds of our brave knights, and relate the gay doings of our fair ladies. It shall mention news of interest, if any, concerning the inhabitants of Seacote in general, and the families of this court in particular.
Maynard, with a businesslike air, "I must telephone or telegraph or go personally to every way station between Seacote and New York. It's a strange case. I can only think my daughter became suddenly demented; I can think of no other reason for her conduct. Can you, Jack?" "No, Ed, I can't. And yet, Marjorie is a child who always does unexpected things.
There were many small gifts and cards from friends in Rockwell, and from some of the Seacote children, and when all were opened, Midget begged King to help her take them to the living-room, where they might be displayed on a table. And then the Bryants arrived, and the house rang with their greetings and congratulations. "Unlucky Midget!" cried Cousin Jack.
"Now, now, little miss," said Mrs. Geary, hobbling about, "fust of all, let's get some supper down ye. When did ye eat last?" "This noon," said Marjorie, and then, at the remembrance of the happy, merry luncheon table at Seacote, she put her head down on her arms, and sobbed as if she had never cried before. "Bless 'ee, bless 'ee, now, my lamb; don't go fer to take on so.
Usually alert and energetic, they were so stunned at the thought of real disaster to Marjorie that they sat around helplessly inactive. "Come with me, King," said Cousin Jack, going to the telephone in the library. Then he called up every house in Seacote where Marjorie could possibly have gone, and King helped by suggesting the names of acquaintances.
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