"No, no! she shan't go!" Midge almost screamed, and Gladys was also in a state of convulsive weeping.
Mr. Maynard went to Marjorie, and laid his big cool hand on her brow.
"My little girl," he whispered in her ear "father wants you to be brave now."
Midget look up into his dear, kind eyes, and then, with a truly brave effort she conquered herself.
"I will, Father," she whispered back, and then, with one last embrace, she said, "Good-bye, Gladys, dear Gladys, good-bye."
She let her go, and Dick took his sister's arm in silence, and they went away.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Maynard were somewhat shaken by the children's tragedy, but neither thought it wise to show it.
"Now, Mopsy Moppet," said her father, "what do you think I have here?"
He took a parcel from the mantel, and held it up.
"I don't know," said Midge, trying to smile; "what is it?"