"I picked it out myself," said King, with obvious pride in his selection. "I know how you girls love flummadiddles, and I took the very flummadiddlyest the old lady had. Like it, Mops?"
"Like it! I love it! I adore it! And it will go fine with this beauty ivory set."
"Yes, you'll have a Louis Umpsteenth boudoir, when you get back to Rockwell."
"I shan't use it down here," said Marjorie, fingering the pretty trifle, "for the sea air spoils such things. But when I get home I'll fix my room all up gay,—may I, Mother?"
"I 'spect so. It's time you had a new wallpaper, anyway, and we'll get one with little pink rosebuds to match King's pincushion."
The Bryants' gift came next.
It was in a small jeweller's box, and was a slender gold neck chain and pendant, representing a four-leafed clover in green enamel on gold, on one petal of which were the figures thirteen in tiny diamonds.
"Oh, ho! Diamonds!" cried King. "You're altogether too young to wear diamonds, Mops. Better give it to me for a watch fob."
"I'm not, am I, Father?" said Marjorie, turning troubled eyes to her father.
"No, Midget. Not those little chips of stones. A baby could wear those. And by the way, where is Baby's gift?"