Millicent Payne was Marjorie’s dearest friend and chum, and lived next door; at least, she was supposed to, but she almost lived at the Bonds’. Millicent was a delightful girl to know; she was so clever and bright, and took such an interest in anything that interested anybody else—such a kind, whole-hearted interest, that was neither curious nor critical. And she had such funny little tricks of imagination. If, for any reason, her surroundings were not quite what she wished they were, she immediately created for herself an environment that suited her better, and, quite oblivious of facts, lived and moved among her fancies. She was devoted to stories and fairy-tales, and would repeat them in an irresistibly funny manner, becoming at times so imbued with the spirit of fantasy that she seemed a veritable witch or pixy herself.
“Run along, Millikens,” called Marjorie. “Come back when you’re ready, and we’ll go down together.”
CHAPTER II
ON THE ROAD
THE clock in the railroad station announced high noon, but of all the party only Marjorie and Millicent were there to hear it. Nan Kellogg had fulfilled her own prophecy by coming down fifteen minutes earlier, and then going back home for her cuckoo-clock, which was one of her pet possessions, and which she decided she couldn’t be parted from for two whole weeks. She came flying back, and entered the station by one door just as Betty Miller came in at the other.
“Oh,” said Nan, breathlessly, “I thought of course I’d be the last one here. Where are the other girls? But since they’re not here, won’t you hold the clock, Marjorie, and let me run back home and—”
“No,” said Betty, decidedly. “You cannot go back for anything else. Follow the example of your clock and stop running for a while.”
“Has it stopped? I was afraid it would. Never mind; I can set it going after we get there. But I do want to go back and—”
“Nan Kellogg, you’ll be put in chains if you are so insubordinate,” broke in Marjorie. “I am commander of this expedition, and I order you to sit down on that bench and not move until the train comes.”
Nan laughed, but sat down obediently, holding her precious clock; and then Helen appeared with her banjo, and Hester with her camera.