By this time Delight's spirits had risen to such an extent that she exclaimed:
"I think it's splendid to have Marjorie here for two weeks!"
"We'll make a picnic of it," said Miss Hart. "You girls won't often have two weeks together, so we must cram all the pleasure into it we can."
Cramming pleasure into this dreadful time was a new idea to Delight, but she was willing to agree to it, and Marjorie said:
"I think we can be happy if we try. But we have to forget the bad parts and only remember the good."
"That's it," said Miss Hart. "Now read us another of your letters. I'm sure they're good parts."
"This one is from King,—that's Kingdon, my brother," explained Marjorie, as she took up the next note.
"Mops is a captive Princess now,
She can't get out of prison;
But when it's time to let her go,
Oh, won't she come home whizzin'!
This poetry isn't very good,
But it's the best that I can sing,
I would do better if I could,
And I'm your loving brother
KING."
"What a jolly boy!" said Miss Hart, "I'd like to know him."
"You will," said Midget, "after our two weeks' picnic is over." She smiled at Miss Hart as she said this, accepting her idea of making a picnic of their enforced imprisonment.