"You can't now! You've said it! Oh, I'm so glad! Can I start to-day?"
"Oho!" said Mrs. Maynard; "who was it that said nothing could make her want to go to-day instead of Monday?"
Marjorie giggled. "But who could have dreamed you meant this?" she cried, leaving her father and flying to caress her mother. "Oh, Mumsie, won't it be lovely! Oh, I am so happy!"
"If not, you're a pretty good imitation of a happy little girl," said her father; "and now if you'll return to your place and finish your breakfast, we'll call it square."
"Square it is, then," said Marjorie, skipping back to her place; "Kit, did you ever hear of anything so lovely!"
"Never," said Kitty, "for you. I'd rather go to school and be with the girls."
"I didn't mind when Gladys was here, but I've hated it ever since I was alone. But to study with Miss Hart,—oh, goody! Is she willing, Mother?"
"Of course, I've discussed it with her and with Mrs. Spencer. Indeed, Mrs. Spencer proposed the plan herself, when I was over there yesterday. She and Miss Hart think it will be good for Delight to have some one with her. So, Midge, you must be a good girl, and not teach Delight all sorts of mischief."
"Oh, yes, Mother, I'll be so good you won't know me. Can I start to-day?"
"Yes, if you're sure you want to."