Marjorie had prepared a May Day basket for her special friend, Mabel. She had been out in the woods on Sunday afternoon and as soon as she was through breakfast, the bowl of May Day flowers came out—and in arranging them they scattered all over the floor as Marjorie selected the unwilted ones to put into Mabel’s basket.
“Look out,” warned Mother. “Somebody came last night when you were abed. Somebody may be down to breakfast by and by—better pick up, Marjorie! We don’t want a disorderly floor.”
“Oh, did Daddy come home?” questioned Marjorie.
“No, not Daddy.”
“Who?”
“Oh, just somebody who wants to keep quiet this morning and rest.”
Wasn’t that enough to make a person curious! Of course it was! Who? Who could it be? “Is it uncle or aunt?” she insisted. “Who’s ‘company’?”
But Mother only smiled. “You’ll find out sometime,” she said. “Not now. If I told you, you’d run right up to Mark’s room and the person who came last night felt sick and mustn’t be disturbed.”
Hump! The flowers were pushed into the paper May basket and she began to pick up the leaves and buds that had fallen on the floor. “I think you might tell me,” she begged. “I want to know who came.”
But Marjorie got no answer. She knew it wasn’t much use to continue to tease, but she resolved to find out who it was.