Marjorie at Seacote Part 31
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"Pretty foolish," opined King, but he greeted with joy the opening of the next bundle.
"Jumping Hornets!" he exclaimed; "isn't that a beauty! _Just_ what I wanted!"
"Whose birthday is this, anyhow?" laughed Marjorie, as she carefully unrolled the tissue-paper packing from a fine microscope. Uncle Steve had sent it, and it was both valuable and practical, and a thing the children had long wished for.
"Well, you'll let a fellow take a peep once in a while, won't you?"
"Yes, if you'll be goody-boy," said Midget, patronizingly.
Grandma Sherwood's gift was a cover for a sofa-pillow, of rich Oriental fabric, embroidered in gold thread.
"Just the thing for my couch, at home," said Midget, greatly pleased.
"Just the thing to pitch at you, after it gets stuffed," commented King.
"Go on, Mops, open the big one."
The big one proved to be a case, from Mother and Father, containing a complete set of brushes and toilet articles for Marjorie's dressing-table. They were plain shapes, of ivory, with her monogram on each in dark blue.
"Gorgeous!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Just what I longed for,--and so much nicer than silver, 'cause that has to be cleaned every minute. Oh, Mothery, they are lovely, and Fathery, too. Consider yourselves kissed thirteen hundred times! Oh, what's this?"
"That's my present," said King. "Open it carefully, Mops."
She did so, and revealed a pincus.h.i.+on, but a pincus.h.i.+on so befrilled and belaced and beflowered one could scarce tell what it was.
"I picked it out myself," said King, with obvious pride in his selection. "I know how you girls love flummadiddles, and I took the very flummadiddlyest the old lady had. Like it, Mops?"
"Like it! I _love_ it! I adore it! And it will go fine with this beauty ivory set."
"Yes, you'll have a Louis Umpsteenth boudoir, when you get back to Rockwell."
"I shan't use it down here," said Marjorie, fingering the pretty trifle, "for the sea air spoils such things. But when I get home I'll fix my room all up gay,--may I, Mother?"
"I 'spect so. It's time you had a new wallpaper, anyway, and we'll get one with little pink rosebuds to match King's pincus.h.i.+on."
The Bryants' gift came next.
It was in a small jeweller's box, and was a slender gold neck chain and pendant, representing a four-leafed clover in green enamel on gold, on one petal of which were the figures thirteen in tiny diamonds.
"Oh, ho! Diamonds!" cried King. "You're altogether too young to wear diamonds, Mops. Better give it to me for a watch fob."
"I'm not, am I, Father?" said Marjorie, turning troubled eyes to her father.
"No, Midget. Not those little chips of stones. A baby could wear those.
And by the way, where is Baby's gift?"
"My p'esent!" cried Rosy Posy, who had sat until now silent, in admiration of the unfolding wonders. "My p'esent, Middy! It's a palumasol!"
"Then it's this long bundle," said Marjorie, and she unwrapped a beautiful little parasol of embroidered white linen.
"Oh, Rosy Posyeums!" she cried. "This is _too booful_! I never saw such a pretty one!"
"Me buyed it! Me and Muvver! Oh, it's _too_ booful!" and the baby kicked her fat, bare legs in glee at her own gift.
Grandma and Grandpa Maynard sent a silver frame, containing their photographs, and Grandma sent also a piece of fine lace, which was to be laid away until Marjorie was old enough to put it to use. It was her custom to send such a piece each year, and Marjorie's collection was already a valuable one.
There were many small gifts and cards from friends in Rockwell, and from some of the Seacote children, and when all were opened, Midget begged King to help her take them to the living-room, where they might be displayed on a table.
And then the Bryants arrived, and the house rang with their greetings and congratulations.
"Unlucky Midget!" cried Cousin Jack. "Poor little unlucky Mopsy Midget Mehitabel! Oh, what a sad fate to be thirteen years old, and to be so loaded down with birthday gifts that you don't know where you're at!
"Mopsy Midget Mehitabel May Has come to a most unlucky day!
Nothing will happen but feasting and fun, And gifts,--pretty nearly a hundred and one!
Jolly good times, and jolly good wishes, A jolly good party with jolly good dishes.
Every one happy and everything bright, Good Luck is here--and bad Luck out of sight.
'Tis the luckiest day that ever was seen, For Marjorie Maynard is just thirteen!"
"Oh, Cousin Jack, what a beautiful birthday poem! I'm sure there _couldn't_ be a luckier little girl than I! I've got everything!"
"And we've got _you_!" cried her father, catching her in his arms with a heart full of grat.i.tude that she was safe at home with them.
The party was to begin at four o'clock, and the guests were invited to stay until seven. In good season Marjorie was dressed, and down on the veranda ready to receive her little friends.
She wore a pretty, thin white frock, with delicate embroidery, and the pendant that had been her birthday gift.
The family were all a.s.sembled when she came down, and though it would be half an hour before they could expect the guests, they all seemed filled with eager antic.i.p.ation.
"What's the matter?" asked Midget, looking from one smiling face to another.
"Nothing, nothing!" said King, trying to look unconcerned.
"Nothing, nothing," said Cousin Jack, pulling a wry face.
But Mrs. Maynard said, "There's another birthday surprise for you, Marjorie dear. It has just come, and it's in the living-room. Go and hunt for it."
Marjorie danced into the house, and they all followed. She began looking about for some small object, peering into vases and under books, till her father said:
"Look for something larger, Midget; something quite large."
"And be careful of your frock," warned her mother, for Midget was down on her hands and knees, looking under the big divan.
"Keep on your feet!" advised King. "And look everywhere."
"Pooh! If I keep on my feet, I can't find anything big!" exclaimed Midget. "Where could it be hidden?"
"That's for you to find out!" returned King.
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