"He's a jolly man," said Gladys; "I never saw anybody like him."
"Nor I either," agreed Midge; "I think he's just perfect."
The little girls all wore white dresses, each with a different colored ribbon, and were all ready, and sitting in state, at ten minutes before the hour appointed for the party.
"Isn't Delight coming, Mopsy?" asked Mrs. Maynard.
"No, mother; I just telephoned her, and she won't come. She's acting up foolish about Glad, you know."
"Indeed it is foolish," said Mrs. Maynard, looking annoyed; "I think
I'll run over there and see what I can do."
"Oh, do, Mother; you always make everything come out all right."
"But I don't know whether I can make a silly little girl come out all right; however, I'll try."
Mrs. Maynard threw on some wraps and went over to the house across the street.
What arguments she used, or what she said to Delight, Marjorie never knew, but she returned, after a time, bringing both Delight and Miss Hart with her.