"Guess where! It's the best place in the whole world!"
"Away on the train?" questioned Marjorie eagerly.
"Of course. My grandma doesn't live here. Goodness! I told you!" laughed Eloise. "Would you have guessed?"
"No, for I didn't know you had a grandma."
"Why, of course, I have! Haven't you?"
"No, Eloise."
"How awful!" Eloise dropped the valise in her dismay. "Why, Fannie Green has two. I've only one, but she is the sweetest, beautifulest grandma you ever saw. I'm awfully sorry you haven't got one. But here comes mamma, so good-by."
After Eloise had gone away, Marjorie walked slowly back to the house. She had never felt the loss of a grandmother before, but now it weighed heavily upon her.
"If grandmas are so nice, it does seem as if I ought to have one," she said to herself, "'specially as some little girls have two!" Marjorie sat down on the steps and with heavy heart thought over the situation.
At last a plan suggested itself and she sprang to her feet.