indoors."

"Oh, dear," said Marjorie; "seems 'sif we can't have any fun!" Then her
face brightened, and she added, "But mayn't we take our jographies out
on the playground, and play out there?"

There was a rule against taking schoolbooks out of the classrooms, but
Miss Lawrence so disliked to say 'No' again that she made a special
dispensation, and said:

"Yes, do take your geographies out with you. But be very careful not to
soil or tear them."

And so the two girls danced away, and all through the recess hour, boats
upset and awful sharks swallowed shrieking victims. But, as might have
been expected, most of the other children came flying back to the
schoolroom for their geographies, and again Miss Lawrence was in a
quandary.

"I never saw a child like Marjorie Maynard," she confided to another
teacher. "She's the dearest little girl, but she gets up such crazy
schemes, and all the others follow in her footsteps."

So, after recess, Miss Lawrence had to make a rule that books could not
be used as playthings, even at recess times.

For the rest of the morning, Marjorie was a model pupil.

She studied her lessons for the next day, and though Miss Lawrence
glanced at her from time to time, she never saw anything amiss.

But when school was over at one o'clock, Marjorie drew a long breath and
fairly flew for her hat.

"Good-bye, dearie," said Miss Lawrence, as Midge passed her when the
long line filed out.

"Good-bye!" was the smiling response, and in two minutes more Mopsy was
skipping and jumping across the playground.

"Hello, King!" she called. "Where's Kitty? Oh, here you are! Now we can
all go home together. What shall we do this afternoon? I want to do
something jolly to take the taste of school out of my mouth."

"Come over to our house and play in the hay," said Dick Fulton.

"All right, we will. I'll have my practising done by three o'clock, and
we'll come then."

A little later, and the three Maynards flew in at their own gate, and
found a warm welcome and a specially good luncheon awaiting them.

"I got along pretty well, Mother," said Marjorie, as they all told their
morning's experiences. "Only I couldn't help playing paper boats." She
told the whole story, and Mrs. Maynard smiled as she said:

"Marjorie, you are incorrigible; but I fear you will only learn by
experience----"

"What is incorrigible?" asked Marjorie.

"It's 'most too big a word for you to understand," said her mother,