But Mrs. Maynard bore the blow bravely.
"She's a dear little girl," she said, after Molly had gone; "but she is a lively one. In fact, she's a regular Maynard, and four young Maynards are just about all I can stand in the house permanently."
"Weren't we good, Mother?" asked Marjorie, anxiously.
"Yes, dear, you were good enough. Really, you didn't get into much mischief; but I suppose you've no idea how much noise you made."
"No'm, I haven't," said Marjorie. "And now I guess I'll go skating."
"Very well, Midge; but remember what Father told you about 'Snap the Whip.'"
"Oh, yes, indeed, Mother. I can never forget that, 'cause I have my prize, you know."
True to his word to give them both prizes, Mr. Maynard had brought the girls each a dainty silver bangle, from which hung a tiny pair of skates. This, he said, was to remind them of the dangerous game, and of their really narrow escape on Thanksgiving Day.
Later that afternoon Marjorie came home from her skating in a great state of excitement.
"Oh, Mother," she said; "Miss Merington has asked me to be at her table at the Bazaar! Won't that be lovely?"