Marjorie looked doubtful. "No," she said, "I don't think I could go and leave them all, and I don't s'pose you mean for us all to come."
"No, I meant just you. Well, I'll come here and visit you, some time, how's that?"
"Lovely!" cried Midge, with sparkling eyes. "Oh, will you, Gladys? That will be something to look forward to. Will you?"
"Of course I will, Mops, dear. I know mother'll let me, and I'd love to come."
This was a real consolation, and Marjorie laid it up in her heart for comfort on lonely days.
After the party supper was over, most of the young guests gave Gladys or
Dick little gifts which they had brought them as remembrances.
They were merely pretty trifles, but the Fulton children were greatly pleased, and declared they should never forget their Rockwell friends for any they might make in California.
Marjorie gave Gladys a gold neck-chain, with a little gold heart containing her picture, and Gladys had already given Midge her own portrait framed in silver to stand on her dressing-table. The young guests all went away except the two Fultons, who were to stay to dinner. Mr. Maynard came home, and with a determination to keep Marjorie's spirits up, he was especially gay and nonsensical.
"I suppose Uncle Sam will have to put on extra mail service when you two girls get to corresponding," he said.
"Yes, Mr. Maynard," said Gladys. "Marjorie and I are both going to write every week, and I'm going to send her flowers by mail."