Marjorie's Busy Days

ink it will be the most fun ever

ask Kitty, and Dorothy Adams. All on

believe mother would let her go in the ev

to be in the evening, from seven till nine, and, as it was unusual for the girls to have evening parties, they looked forward to this as a great occasion. Nearly a

e comical little pictures of witches, black cat

eather's bad

vited to

ladys Ful

'en. Be su

pt, and don

en and stay

sed great excitement among the

l the school-bell rang, and then it was ve

and not get into mischief, so she resolutely put her card

sson was learned before it was time to re

d she scrutinized closely the funny old witch riding

black hat, and her nose and

ized Marjorie to make f

ite hat would be absurd for a witch. It must be black. How to make the

nd dipping it in the ink, sm

ge, but a second and third a

was extremely messy, and before it was finished, Marjorie's fingers

ng a sheet of black paper that sh

out distraction, turned round suddenly and gave an exclamation of dismay. This

st at the state of things, and as her curls tumbled over

ks, and several of the pupils, looking round

neatly dressed, and this besmeared

motion might be, and, when she saw the inky chil

arjorie?" she said, in as ste

e fixed on her teacher's face. This calm announcement of a fact also struck

why do you put it on your

ou see, I was using it, and som

as really stern now, for she had advanced to M

making some whi

ly naughty. What possessed you t

Marjorie, so ruefully that Miss

ou needn't ever make any

thought I'd make me a witch's hat, to wear at recess. Truly, I wasn't

e the whole cla

inky, was a funny sight, indeed. And, as they laughed at h

it is needless to say that this added the finishin

wn cheeks, for Marjorie was really crying now, and her little han

ur face, because it won't come off with only cold water. You must go home, and yet you can't go through the streets

eacher's veil, and then went with the little girl downstairs to the front door. On the

re, I should keep you in, and punish you. You surely knew it was wrong to spill ink all over

. But I happened to think what fun it would be to have a big, high-peaked witch's hat to p

, and tell your mother all about it. I'll leave the matter of punishment in her hands.

, and I'm awful sorry. I do

little face through the sheltering veil, and then Midget trudged off home, think

rie marched into her mother's room. "Why have you that thing

resist this dr

r coat pockets, her apron was covered by her outer gar

," said her mother, "but I do guess yo

was dis

guess that I've broken out with s

and did not quite catch the first part of Marjorie's re

out in the school? Take off that veil!" As she spoke, Mrs. Maynard ju

danced about as she turned her back

had tied, and hastily pulled off the veil. Meantime, Midget had th

. Maynard was so grateful not to see a red, feverish counte

anted, and, running to her mo

al," said Mrs. Maynard, drawing her pretty m

y now; it can't hurt you

scamp, what

dear; and do you s'pos

here for the rest of your li

Oh, Mother, can't you get it

te linen with milk, and, though the operation was rarely entir

ht do it, but it would take your sk

hich somehow opened to receive the culprit, and she told

r. Marjorie, you must have known you were doing wrong when you began that performance. Now, listen! If

tter than to fool with ink, anyway.

d you fool wi

was in the back of my head, and somehow it slipped away from my memor

be funny, and I want

ght about the witch hat was so quick it

and your determination t

was full of how to make the white paper blac

ughts that were push

came back as soon as I

come back, you k

do know

tle girls who do wrong

now that. How are yo

shment, for this was really, truly mischief. What do you think

-nard! You just

omehow, Midget, that if you do these awfu

rid, cruel people in the history book couldn't get up a w

k it over. Meantime, let's see what

ce and hands had gone through a course of lemon juice, pumice stone, and o

red-looking complexion, very different f

Marjorie lay on a couch in her mother's room, resting af

d, at last. "Isn't it surprising, Mother, that I should be so bad

rd suppres

s home, and ask him th