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Marjorie's Busy Days

Chapter 2 AN EXASPERATING GUEST

Word Count: 2260    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

the world?" said Marjorie, as she looked lovingly at the g

agreed King, "but I

up Rosy Posy. "Buffaro Bi

aby. Brother'll

y prepared an orange, and gave it bi

rld," said Kitty, "I lik

said Marjorie. "I think I like dif

last section of orange to Rosy Posy, "for everything is all eaten up. Wher

for a salad or something. So I just took t

evident admiration. "The servants never get mad at you. Now if

rjorie, "and then it was all right.

wrecked mariner. "I hear a distant sound as

, snatching up Arabella. "She will b

arjorie. "Captain, can't you build a ba

lag, a signal of distress. For should a sh

flag. What can

r's petticoat," said

c phrases. "Arabella's petticoat is spandy cl

ake my hair-ribbon." She began to pull of

ot playing Pirates. It must be a white

. There really seemed to

l give you a piece of my petticoat. It's

out of her little white petticoat, and the Captain fasten

s, to fasten in an upright position, and th

person, and, with fat old Boffin for a pillow,

were attacked by wild beasts, which, though entirely imagina

jorie and Kingdon undertook, for fear she'd be thrown down on the ground. And, indeed, her fears were well founded, for the valia

f the island. They were horrible savages, with tomah

l slain or put to rout, and the conquerors, exhausted but triumph

to grow hungry again, and, strange to say, the imagina

waked up, and deman

d brave the perils of the boundles

They waved their white flag,

istance from the house or stre

hite-covered wagon slowly m

ied the Captain. "Wh

the cry, and soon the wagon drew

cried the chil

it well, but this season there was a new d

umping from his seat, and running

an't get home. Oh, save us from a cruel fa

tly. "My child is ill, an

the ground, and the butcher's b

aight to him, and putting up her arms. "

picked up the smiling child, and with a few long s

ie. "I'm fainting, too!" With a thu

ightened Irishman. "Whativer is the matthe

was belied by the merry twinkle in her eyes, which she c

ammin' ye are

d on a desert island, and you're a passing captain

intelligence. "I persave yer manin'. 'Deed I will resky ye, bu

dy," said King, pointing to Kitty

was swung up to the brave rescuer's shoulder, while King and Mi

triumph to the back door. Here they jumped out, and, after

er heated little face. "Us was all shipperecked, an'

s-stained, and torn condition of Kingdon and Marjorie. "I'm glad you had your play-c

othery," said King; "look at Kitty there

Maynard. "Go and get into clean clothes, and be ready f

, I mean-have lunch in the playroom?" He had sidled up to his mothe

n fingers, "no, my boy, I want all my olive-branches at

espairing tone, and, with their arms

eshened up. Kitty loved company, and was

many plans to make, that they disliked the restraint t

rky," said the boy,

" said Marjorie, "except w

lways do

be extra good to-day, and try to talk polit

own powers. "All right, Mops, let's be 'specially

now transformed into clean, well-dressed civilians, we

and though by no means elderly, was yet far fr

r greeting her hostess effusiv

ars! How you have grown,-every one of you. Kin

almost forgot his determination to be very cordial to the unwelcome guest. But Midge gave him a warning

to take you home with me! And, now, here's Marjorie. How are yo

d Marjorie, but she answered politely,

eally an angel child. With your golden hair and blue e

mother, smiling, "but not always an

ssuming a valiant attitude, quite out of keepi

ear Mrs. Maynard, how good of y

e, but as she and Mrs. Maynard had been schoolmates long ago, the la

Miss Larkin kept up a r

ink, was the only way

read?" she ask

," said Midg

ooks do you

s," said Marj

ul finger. "You should like history. Shouldn'

n. "At least, we like it some; but

be children. Do you lik

ver occurred to Marjorie to

th alike," she

of their own! Little Miss Kitty, I'm sure yo

cons

er for Fourth of July," she said at last, w

bout these things; it was only her idea of mak

she went on, "what do you

dy reply, "an' Buffar

e Maynard family Rosy Posy's high e

it never would, the lunch

y might be excused, and she and Mi

ut once outside the house, King gave a wild

on a veranda-seat, but wit

'most afraid I'd be saucy to her one time. It's

" said Kitty. "I don't se

uppose she'd rather talk than

emphatically, "she'

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