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The Bhagavad Gita

Anonymous


Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Lewis Carroll


Shakti and Shakta

John Woodroffe


The Diplomatic Background of the War

Charles Seymour


Marjorie in command

by Carolyn Wells

Excerpt:

Mrs. Maynard came to the table with her hat on, and the children seemed suddenly to realize afresh that their mother was going away.

"Oh," said Marjorie, "I wish I could go to sleep for six weeks, and then wake up the day you come home again."

"Oh, you have that farewell feeling now," said Mr. Maynard; " but after we're really gone, and you find out what fun it is to have no one to rule over you, you'll begin to wish we would stay six months instead of six weeks." Marjorie cast a ,look of reproach at her father.

"Not much!" she said, emphatically. "I wish you'd only stay six days, or six hours."

"Or six minutes," added Kitty. But at last the melancholy meal was over, and the good-bys really began.

"Cut it short," said Mr. Maynard, fearing the grief of the emotional children would affect his wife's nerves.

They clung alternately to either parent, now bewailing the coming separation, and again cheering up as Mr. Maynard made delightful promises of sending back letters, postcards, pictures and gifts from every stopping-place on their journey.

"And be very good to Miss Larkin," said Mrs. Maynard, by way of final injunction. "Cheer her up if she is lonely, and then you'll forget that you're lonely yourselves." This was a novel idea.

"Oho!" said King, " I guess she'd better cheer us up."

"Oh, the four of you can cheer each other," said Mr. Maynard. "Come, Helen, the carriage is waiting—Good-by for the last time, chickadees. Now, brace up, and let your mother go away with a memory of four smiling faces."

This was a pretty big order, but the Maynard children were made of pretty good stuff after all, and in response to their father's request they did show four smiling, though tearful faces, as Mrs. Maynard waved a good-by from the carriage window. But as the carriage passed through the gate and was lost to their sight, the four turned back to the house with doleful countenances indeed.

Rosy Posy recovered first, and at an invitation from Nurse to come and cut paper-dolls, she went off smiling in her usual happy fashion. Not so the others.

Kitty threw herself on the sofa and burying her face in a pillow sobbed as if her heart would break.

This nearly unnerved King, who, being a boy, was specially determined not to cry.

"Let up, Kit," he said, with a sort of tender gruffness in his tone. "If you don't you'll have us all at it. I say, Mops, let's play something."

"Don't feel like it," said Marjorie, who was digging at her eyes with a wet ball of a handkerchief.

It was Saturday, so they couldn't go to school, and there really seemed to be nothing to do.

But reaction is bound to come, and after a time, Kitty's sobs grew less frequent and less violent; King managed to keep his mouth up at the corners; and Marjorie shook out her wet handkerchief and hung it over a chair-back with some slight feeling of interest.

"I think," Midget began, " that the nicest thing to do this morning would be something that Mother would like to have us do. Something special, I mean."

"Such as what?" asked Kitty, between two of those choking after-sobs that follow a hard cryingspell.

"I don't know, exactly. Can't you think of something, King? Maybe something for Miss Larkin."

"I'll tell you," said King; "let's put flowers in her room! Mother would like us to do that."

"All right," said Midget, but without enthusiasm; "only I meant something bigger. Something that would take us all the morning. We could put a bouquet of flowers up there in five minutes."


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