Her mother, stepping in again, before the tears were dried upon her cheek, listened to the somewhat incoherent story of the naughty thing she had done and the splendid thing Hollis had done, and of how she had paid him with two promises.
Mrs. West examined the plate critically. "It's old, there's no sham about it. I've seen a few old things and I know. I shouldn't wonder if he gave five dollars for it"
"Five dollars!" repeated Marjorie in affright "Oh, I hope not."
"Well, perhaps not, but it is worth it and more, too, to Miss Prudence's friend."
"And I'll keep my promises," said Marjorie's steadfast voice.
"H'm," ejaculated her mother. "I rather think Hollis has the best of it."
"That depends upon me," said wise little Marjorie.
VI.
MARJORIE ASLEEP AND AWAKE.
"She was made for happy thoughts."—Mary Howlet.