"She's never well. I mean she's delicate and frail and always having colds and things."
"Pooh, a nice sort of girl for you to play with! You're as hardy as an
Indian."
"I know it. We all are."
"She probably stays in the house too much," said Mrs. Maynard. "If you children can persuade her to go out of doors and romp with you, she'll soon get stronger."
"She says she hates to romp," observed Marjorie.
"Then I give her up!" cried King. "No stay-in-the-house girls for me. Say, what do you think, Mops! A straw-ride to-morrow afternoon! Mr. Adams is going to take a big sleigh-load of us! Isn't that gay!"
"Fine!" cried Marjorie, the delicate Delight quite forgotten for the moment, "tell me all about it!"
CHAPTER IX
A STRAW-RIDE
"Then, mother," said Marjorie, as she started for school next morning, "you'll call on Mrs. Spencer this morning and ask her to let Delight go on the straw-ride with us this afternoon. Will you, Mother, will you?"