"'Oh, Papa! Papa!' cried Marjorie."
“Dear me!” exclaimed Dick, looking greatly troubled, “that’s another thing we never thought of, Marjorie.”
“I want to see my Daddy!” announced Fidge, suddenly and decidedly.
But on being assured that he should soon do so he sat down with the others, and looked through the picture books which Perkins found for them, while the gentleman sent home for the clothes, and telegraphed to their father.
In the middle of the day some luncheon was brought in for them from a neighboring restaurant, and soon afterwards the clothes arrived.
An Eton suit for Dick, the jacket of which was just a trifle short; a pretty, simple dress for Marjorie; and a sailor suit for Fidge.
When the children had donned these, after having had a good wash, they looked as different as possible; and when, a little later on, they were led into another room with the mysterious statement, “That somebody wanted to see them,” they were all eagerness to know who it possibly could be.
As soon as the door opened, however, there could be no doubt as to who it was, for with a delighted cry of “Oh, Papa! Papa!” Marjorie rushed into the arms of a gentleman standing in the middle of the room, and seemed half undecided whether to cry or to laugh, while Fidge and Dick crowded around and joined in the excitement.