"And we've got you!" cried her father, catching her in his arms with a heart full of gratitude that she was safe at home with them.
The party was to begin at four o'clock, and the guests were invited to stay until seven. In good season Marjorie was dressed, and down on the veranda ready to receive her little friends.
She wore a pretty, thin white frock, with delicate embroidery, and the pendant that had been her birthday gift.
The family were all assembled when she came down, and though it would be half an hour before they could expect the guests, they all seemed filled with eager anticipation.
"What's the matter?" asked Midget, looking from one smiling face to another.
"Nothing, nothing!" said King, trying to look unconcerned.
"Nothing, nothing," said Cousin Jack, pulling a wry face.
But Mrs. Maynard said, "There's another birthday surprise for you, Marjorie dear. It has just come, and it's in the living-room. Go and hunt for it."
Marjorie danced into the house, and they all followed. She began looking about for some small object, peering into vases and under books, till her father said: