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Grandma Maynard's house you'll yell like a wild Indian."

"I expect I will," agreed King. "Come on, let's play Indians now."

"Nope," said Marjorie; "we'd get too noisy, and make mischief. I'm going
to bed; I'm awfully tired."

"So'm I," said Kitty. "Parties like that are enough to wear anybody out!"

They all went downstairs to their bedrooms, but as Marjorie passed the
door of her grandmother's room, she paused and looked in.

"May I come in, Grandma?" she said. "I do love to see you in your
beautiful clothes. You look just lovely."

Marjorie's compliment was very sincere, for she greatly admired her
grandmother, and in spite of her formality, and even severity, Marjorie
had a good deal of affection for her.

The maid was just putting the finishing touches to Mrs. Maynard's
costume, and as she stood; robed in mauve satin, with sparkling diamond
ornaments, she made a handsome picture. Mrs. Maynard was a beautiful
woman, and exceedingly young-looking for her age. There was scarcely a
thread of gray in her dark brown hair, and the natural roses still
bloomed on her soft cheeks.

Marjorie had not seen her grandmother before in full evening attire, and
she walked round, gazing at her admiringly.

"I don't wonder my father is such a handsome man," she said. "He looks
ever so much like you."

Grandma Maynard was pleased at this naive compliment, for she knew
Marjorie was straightforward and sincere. She smiled at her little
granddaughter, saying, "I'm glad you're pleased with your family's
personal appearance, and I think some day you will grow up to be a pretty
young lady yourself; but you must try to remember that handsome is as
handsome does."

Marjorie's adaptable nature quickly took color from her surroundings and
influences, and gazing at her refined and dignified grandmother, she said
earnestly, "When I grow up, Grandma, I hope I'll look just like you, and
I hope I'll behave just like you. I _am_ rather a naughty little girl;
but you see I was born just chock-full of mischief, and I can't seem to
get over it."

"You are full of mischief, Marjorie, but I think you will outgrow it.
Why, if you lived with me, I believe you'd turn my hair white in a single
night."

"That would be a pity, Grandma," and Marjorie smiled at the carefully
waved brown locks which crowned her grandma's forehead.

"Now I'm going down to dinner, Marjorie,--we have guests coming. But if
you like, you may amuse yourself for a lit