Finally, Delight rose to go, and as Gladys didn't care much for such a spoil sport, she said nothing to detain her. Midget went to the door with her, and as Delight went out she turned to Midge, with her eyes full of tears, and said: "You like her better than you do me, so I'll go."
"Go on, then," said Marjorie, utterly exasperated by such foolishness, as she considered it.
"What ails her?" said Gladys, as Marjorie returned.
"Why, I suppose it's because you're here. She never acted that way before. You see, she's a spoiled child, and she always wants everything her own way. It's awfully funny, Gladys, but I thought maybe you wouldn't like her and here it's the other way about!"
"Oh, I like her, or at least I would if she'd let me. I think she's the prettiest girl I ever saw. Don't you?"
"Yes, I do. And she's awfully nice, too, if she didn't have this tantrum about you."
"Oh, well, she'll get over it," returned Gladys; "I shan't be here long, anyway."
The day after Gladys' arrival was the first Saturday in March.
First Saturdays were usually "Ourdays," when Mr. Maynard took a whole day from his business and devoted it to the entertainment of his children.
It was King's turn to choose how the day should be spent, but, as a party in honor of Gladys had been arranged for the afternoon, there was only the morning to choose for.