"'Deed I am sure!"
"And nothing would make you want to go to-day, instead of waiting till
Monday?"
"No, ma'am! no-thing!" and Midget actually pounded the table with her knife-handle, so emphatic was she.
"You tell her, Fred," said Mrs. Maynard, smiling at her husband.
"Well, Madcap Mopsy," said her father, "try to bear up under this new misfortune; your mother and I have planned a plan, and this is it. How would you like it, instead of going to school any more,—I mean to Miss Lawrence,—to go every day to lessons with Delight and Miss Hart?"
Marjorie sat still a minute, trying to take it in. It seemed too good to be true.
Then dropping her knife and fork, she left her chair and flew round to her father's place at table.
Seeing the whirlwind coming, Mr. Maynard pushed back his own chair just in time to receive a good-sized burden of delighted humanity that threw itself round his neck and squeezed him tight.
"Oh, Father, Father, Father! do you really mean it? Not go to school any more at all! And have lessons every day with that lovely Miss Hart, and my dear Delight? Oh, Father, you're such a duck!"
"There, there, my child! Don't strangle me, or I'll take it all back!"