"I should think you had! You haven't done one for two weeks."
"I know it; but it's because nobody sends in any contributions. I can't make it all up alone."
"'Course you can't. When I write to Kitty, I'll ask her if she hasn't some things we could put in it. She and Uncle Steve are always making up poetry and stories."
"Good idea, Mops! Tell her to be sure to send me a lot of stuff, first thing she does!"
"Well, I will;" and Marjorie set to work at her letter.
It was finished by dinner time, for Marjorie's letters to her sister were not marked by any undue precision of style or penmanship, and as Marjorie laid it on the hall table to be mailed, she told King that she had given Kitty his message.
"Father," said Midget, at dinner, that night, "what day did Cousin Jack say was Pocahontas' birthday?"
"I don't remember, my dear; but I'm quite sure he doesn't really know, nor any one else. I fancy he made up that date."
"Well, do you know of anybody, anybody nice and celebrated, whose birthday comes about now?"
"The latter part of July? No, Midget, I don't. Why?"