"Yes'm, we will."
The Maynards were obedient children, and though sometimes disappointed, never demurred at their parents' decrees. They had long ago learned that such demurring would do no good, and that to obey pleasantly made things pleasanter all round.
After luncheon the next day, Marjorie got ready to go to spend the afternoon with Delight.
She wore her new plaid dress trimmed with black velvet and gilt buttons, and as red was the prevailing color in the plaid, her dark curls were tied up with a big red bow.
Very pretty she looked as she came for her mother's inspection.
"Am I all right, Mother?"
"Yes, Midget mine; you look as spick and span as a nice little Queen of Sheba. Now don't slide down the banisters, or do anything hoydenish. Try to behave more as Delight does."
"Oh, I'm bound to be good over there. And making valentines is nice, quiet work. May I stay till six, Mother?"
"No, come home at half-past five. That's late enough for little Queens of
Sheba to stay away from their mothers."
"All right, I'll skip at five-thirty. Good-bye, Mothery dearie."