"Oh, dear," said Marjorie; "seems 'sif we can't have any fun!" Then her face brightened, and she added, "But mayn't we take our jographies out on the playground, and play out there?"
There was a rule against taking schoolbooks out of the classrooms, but Miss Lawrence so disliked to say 'No' again that she made a special dispensation, and said:
"Yes, do take your geographies out with you. But be very careful not to soil or tear them."
And so the two girls danced away, and all through the recess hour, boats upset and awful sharks swallowed shrieking victims. But, as might have been expected, most of the other children came flying back to the schoolroom for their geographies, and again Miss Lawrence was in a quandary.
"I never saw a child like Marjorie Maynard," she confided to another teacher. "She's the dearest little girl, but she gets up such crazy schemes, and all the others follow in her footsteps."
So, after recess, Miss Lawrence had to make a rule that books could not be used as playthings, even at recess times.
For the rest of the morning, Marjorie was a model pupil.
She studied her lessons for the next day, and though Miss Lawrence glanced at her from time to time, she never saw anything amiss.
But when school was over at one o'clock, Marjorie drew a long breath and fairly flew for her hat.
"Good-bye, dearie," said Miss Lawrence, as Midge passed her when the long line filed out.