"No; it's all about me. It is going to happen to me."
"I can't think. You have nice things every day."
"It's this. It's nicer than anything. I am going to school with you to-morrow! Not for all the time, but to make a visit and see how I like it."
The child stood still, waiting for an outburst of joy at her announcement; but Marjorie only caught her and shook her and tumbled her curls without saying one word.
"Aren't you glad, Marjorie?"
"I'm glad I'm home with you, and I'm glad you are to give me my dinner."
"It's a very nice dinner," answered Prue, gravely; "roast beef and potatoes and tomatoes and pickled peaches and apple pie, unless you want lemon pie instead. I took lemon pie. Which will you have?"
"Lemon," said Marjorie.
"But you don't look glad about anything. Didn't you know your lessons to-day?"
"Oh, yes."