"Yes, Father, she is."
"Very well, then don't tell her. Tell no one at all. Promise me."
"I promise," said Midget, earnestly, and then she kissed her parents and ran away to school.
Kingdon had also been bidden not to tell of Marjorie's escapade, and so it was never heard of outside the family.
When it was time for the spelling-match, Marjorie put away her books, and sat waiting, with folded arms and a smiling face.
Miss Lawrence was surprised, for the child usually was worried and anxious in spelling class.
Two captains were chosen, and these two selected the pupils, one by one, to be their aids.
Marjorie was never chosen until toward the last, for though everybody loved her, yet her inability to spell was known by all, and she was not a desirable assistant in a match.
But at last her name was called, and she demurely took her place near the foot of the line on one side.
Gladys was on the other side, near the head. She was a good speller, and rarely made a mistake.