Midge could hardly think this, but of one thing she was certain, that
Miss Hart would be a pleasant teacher.
Soon after dinner, Marjorie's suitcase arrived.
James brought it over, and set it on the front porch and rang the bell. Then he went away before the door was opened, as he had been instructed to do.
When Marjorie opened the bag she found a note from each of the family, and they were all written in verse.
She read them aloud to the Spencer household and soon they were all laughing at the nonsense rhymes.
Her mother had written:
"Midget, Midget,
Don't be in a fidget.
Don't be sad and tearful,
Just be gay and cheerful;
Don't be sadly sighing,
For the days are flying,
And some day or other
You'll come home to
MOTHER."
"Why, that's as good as a valentine," said Miss Hart, as Midget finished reading the lines.
"So it is!" said Marjorie, smiling; "I'm going to pretend they're all valentines. Here's father's."
"Marjorie, Midget Mopsy,
The world is tipsy-topsy!
When I am here
And you are there
I feel all wipsy-wopsy!
But soon you will be home once more,
And all will be as it was before;
So make the most of your fortnight's stay,
For I cannot spare you another day!"