"Sincerely yours,
"GLADYS FULTON."
Marjorie smiled at the stiff formal letter, which was the sort Gladys always wrote, and then she went in search of her mother.
"Gladys is coming on Friday," she announced.
"That's very nice, my dear," said Mrs. Maynard; "you'll be so glad to see her again, won't you?"
"Yes," said Midget, but she said it slowly, and with a troubled look in her eyes.
"Well, what is it, dear? Tell Mother."
"I don't know exactly,—but somehow I'm not so awfully pleased to have Gladys come. You see, she may not like Delight, and I want them to like each other."
"Why do you want them to?"
"Why do I? Mother, what a funny question! Why, I want them to like each other because I like them both."