“Well, you see,” said Midget, with her eyes twinkling, “there are only two pupils. Here’s the other.”
She turned and drew Delight toward her.
“Oh, yes, another little Orangette. Well, you must be a fine class, you two. Now, see to it that you learn about William of Orange, and next year, if we have a bazaar, you can tell me all about him. I hope your memories are long enough for that.”
“Oh, yes,” said Marjorie. “I remember, at the bazaar last winter, you taught me some spelling.”
“Why, you little wiseacre! You’ll have too much book-learning, if you’re not careful! Well, try the guessing contest this evening, and see how you make out at that!”
Mr. Abercrombie went away, and Delight said:
“Isn’t he a pleasant old gentleman? But he twinkles his eyes so, he makes me jump.”
“He likes to tease,” said Marjorie, “but he’s awfully generous. I expect he buys more than any one else at the fair.”
“Hasn’t he any people of his own?”
“Not that live with him. He lives all alone in a great big house. His wife is dead, and he has some grandchildren, but I don’t know where they live. He’s a kind man, anyway.”