"Yes, indeed, and Hester, too. Good-night, King."
"Good-night, Mopsy Midget. Here!" and as a final compliment, King pulled off her hair-ribbon and handed it to her with a dancing-school bow.
Marjorie gave his hair an affectionate tweak, and with these good-natured attentions they parted.
CHAPTER VII
THE GLORIOUS FOURTH
The sun rose early on Fourth of July morning. For he knew many patriotic young hearts were beating with impatience for the great day to begin. Moreover, he rose clear and bright, and yet he didn't shine down too hotly for the comfort of those same young people. In fact, it was a perfect summer day.
Marjorie sprang out of bed and began to dress, with glad anticipations. The Bryants were to spend the day at Maynard Manor, until time for the afternoon picnic, and after the picnic came the reception at Bryant Bower.
Midget put on a fresh white piqué, and tied up her mop of curls with wide bows of red, white, and blue ribbon.