"I will, when mother'll let me. She hates to have me go anywhere."
"Do you know," said Midget, in a spirit of contrition, "I thought you were 'stuck-up.'"
Delight sighed a little. "Everybody thinks that," she said, "just because I don't go to school, and so I don't get acquainted much. But I'm not stuck-up."
"Indeed you're not, and I shall tell all the girls so. But after your cold gets well, you can go out doors to play, can't you?"
"I don't know. Mother never lets me go out much, except with her. Oh, here comes mother now!"
Mrs. Spencer came into the room and smiled pleasantly at Midget.
Delight introduced them, and Marjorie rose and curtseyed, then Mrs.
Spencer said:
"I'm glad you came, my dear child. I meant to ask you soon, as I want you and Delight to be great friends."
Mrs. Spencer was an attractive-looking lady and spoke cordially, but somehow Marjorie didn't fancy her.
There was no tangible reason, for she was charming and gracious, but Midget felt she was a nervous, fussy woman, and not calm and capable like her own dear mother.