“I’m glad you like them,” said Miss Larkin, “and now let us go to dinner.”
Marjorie felt a little shy as she took her place at the head of the table, and she asked Miss Larkin if she wished to sit there.
“No, my dear; your mother wrote in her note that she wished you to have that seat. I shall, of course, exercise a supervision over your manners, and tell you wherein I think they may be improved.”
This speech made Marjorie feel decidedly embarrassed, and she wondered why she liked Miss Larkin one minute and didn’t like her the next.
Then she smiled to herself as she realized that she liked her when she presented pearl bracelets, and didn’t like her when she proposed discipline!
This was a fine state of affairs, indeed!
And so compunctious did it make Marjorie feel, that she said, “I hope you will correct me, when I need it, Miss Larkin; for my manners are not very good.”
King and Kitty stared at this. What had come over wilful, headstrong Midget to make her talk like that?
But Miss Larkin only smiled pleasantly, and made no comment on Marjorie’s manners as a hostess, all through dinner.
As the two sisters were going to bed that night, Kitty said: