"Oh, Mother," she exclaimed, "there she is! That pretty girl that danced. See, at the next table but two. Yes, it is the same one!"
"Sure it is," agreed King. "She's staying here. Perhaps we can get acquainted with her, Mops."
"Could we, Mother? Would it be right?"
"We'll see about it," said Mrs. Maynard, smiling at her impulsive daughter. After breakfast the Maynard party walked out on the veranda, and Midget soon saw the little girl, in a big rocking chair not far away.
"May I go over and speak to her, Mother?" she said.
"Why, yes, Midget, if you like. She looks like a nice child. Run along."
So Midget went over and took the next rocking chair, for there were many chairs, ranged in long rows.
"I came over to talk to you," she said; "I saw you dance last night, and I think you do dance lovely."
"Do you?" said the little girl. She seemed diffident, but pleased at Marjorie's words. "You see, it was a Children's Carnival, and Mamma let me dance. I never danced in a place like that before, and I was a little scared at first."
"You didn't look scared. You just looked lovely. What's your name? Mine's Marjorie Maynard. I live in Rockwell, when I'm home."