As she opened the gate she saw her blue bird with the golden crest perched on the arm of a chair at the window watching for her.
She was at the door before Marjorie reached it, ready to spring into her arms and to exclaim how glad she was that she had come.
"You begin to look too soon, Kitten."
"I didn't begin till one o'clock," she said convincingly.
"But I don't leave school till five minutes past two, childie."
"But I have something to tell you to-day. Something de-licious. Aunt Prue has gone away with Morris. It isn't that, because I didn't want her to go."
Marjorie followed her into the front parlor and began to unfasten her veil.
"Morris' mother is coming home with her to-morrow to stay all winter, but that isn't it. Do guess, Marjorie."
She was dancing all around her, clapping her hands.
"Linnet hasn't come! That isn't it!" cried Marjorie, throwing off her cloak.