ht to do.

Kingdon said good-night in his frank, boyish way, and then they went for
their wraps.

"Oh, Father," said Midget as they crossed the street to their own home,
"it was the very loveliest party! Can't I sit up for a while and tell
you every single thing that happened?"

"I'd love to have you do that, Mopsy Midget; in fact, I can scarcely
wait till morning to hear about it all. But it is my duty as a stern
parent to order you off to bed at once. Little girls that wheedle fond
fathers into letting them go to evening parties must be content to scoot
for bed the minute they get home."

"All right, then, Father, but do get up early in the morning to hear all
about it, won't you?"

"I'll guarantee to get up as early as you do, Sleepyhead," said Mr.
Maynard, for Marjorie was yawning as if the top of her head was about to
come off.

Mrs. Maynard accompanied the little girl to her bedroom, but Midge was
too tired to do more than tell her mother that it was the most
beautiful party in the world, and that next day she should hear all
about it.

"I can wait, little girl," said Mrs. Maynard, as she tucked Midget up
and kissed her good-night, but the exhausted child was already in the
land of dreams.

CHAPTER XII

TOTTY AND DOTTY

"Marjorie," said her mother, one Saturday morning, "I expect Mrs.
Harrison to spend the day. She will bring her little baby with her, and
I want you to stay at home, so that you can wheel the baby about if she
asks you to do so."

"I will, Mother. The Jinks Club meets here this afternoon anyway, and
this morning I'll stay at home. Can't I ask Gladys to come over? We'd
love to take care of the baby together."

"Yes, have Gladys if you like. I don't mind."

Mrs. Maynard went off to look after housekeeping affairs, and Marjorie
ran over to ask Gladys to come and spend the morning.

The two girls were sitting on a bench under a tree on the front lawn,
when they saw Mrs. Harrison come in at the gate. She was wheeling her
baby-carriage, and Marjorie ran to meet her.

"How do you do, Mrs. Harrison?" she said. "Mother is expecting you.
Come right on up to the house. Mayn't I wheel Baby for you?"

"I wish you would, my dear. I gave nurse a holiday, but I didn't realize
how tiresome that heavy carriage is, after wheeling it so many blocks."

Marjorie pushed the little coach, while Gladys danced alongside, talking
to the winsome baby.

"What's her name, Mrs. Harrison?" she sai