The children were indeed a contrast.
Marjorie, large for her age, full of hearty, healthy life, and irrepressible gayety of spirit, bounced around like a big, good-natured rubber ball. Delight, small, slender, and not very strong, moved always gently and timidly.
Marjorie, too, was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and rosy-cheeked; while
Delight was of lovely blonde type, and her pale blue robe suited her, as
Midget's crimson cashmere set off her own vivid coloring.
The ice fairly broken, the little girls forgot their shyness, and acquaintance progressed rapidly.
"Have you always lived in New York?" asked Midget.
"Yes; but I'm so delicate mother thinks this place will be better for me.
Do you like it here?"
"Why, yes. But I've always lived here, you know. Are you going to school?"
"No; I never go to school. It makes me nervous. I always have a governess at home."
"Oh, how lovely! I'd give anything if I could study that way. Isn't it fun?"
"Oh, no; it's so lonely. I'd ever so much rather go to school and be in a class. But I always faint in a schoolroom."