Marjorie at Seacote Part 32
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"I'll give you a hint," said Cousin Jack. "Turn, Mehitabel, turn."
Marjorie turned slowly round and round, but that didn't help her any.
"Turn, turn, turn, turn," Cousin Jack kept saying in a monotone, and suddenly it flashed on Marjorie that he meant for her to turn something else beside herself.
She turned the key of a bookshelf door, and opened it, but found nothing but books.
"Turn, turn, turn, turn," droned Cousin Jack.
"Oh," thought Marjorie, "the closet!" and flying to the door of a large closet in the room, she turned the k.n.o.b, the door flew open, and there she saw,--Uncle Steve and Kitty!
"Oh, Kit!" she cried, and in a moment the two girls were so tangled up that detriment to their party frocks seemed inevitable.
But they were persuaded to separate before too much damage was done, and then Marjorie turned to greet Uncle Steve.
"I daren't rumple your fine feathers," he said, standing 'way off, and extending his fingertips to her. "But I'm _terrible_ glad to see you, and to find that you've grown up as good as you are beautiful."
This made Marjorie laugh, for she didn't think she was either.
"How _did_ you happen to come?" she cried, for she couldn't realize that Kitty was really there.
"Oh, it was just a stroke of good luck," said Cousin Jack. "You know to-day is your lucky day."
"'Deed it is!" declared Marjorie. "Come on, Kit, let's go and sit in the swing till the people come to the party."
The sisters had time for a short, merry chat, and then the guests began to arrive. There were about twenty-five boys and girls, and with the grown-ups this made quite a party.
It was fun, indeed, to have both Cousin Jack and Uncle Steve present, for these two men just devoted themselves to the cause, and made so much fun and merriment that they seemed like big children themselves.
They gave a burlesque wrestling match on the lawn that sent the young people off into peals of laughter. They made up funny dialogue, and were always playing good-natured tricks on some of the children. Then Cousin Jack said:
"Now we will play the Good Luck game. Into the hall, all of you!"
The children scampered into the hall, and on the wall they saw a large placard which read:
"Pins one Hairpins two Four-leafed clovers five Horse-shoes ten Pennies fifteen Black cats twenty-five."
Each guest was given a small fancy basket, with ribbons tied to the handle. Then they were instructed to hunt all the rooms on the lower floor, the veranda, and the nearby lawns, and gather into their baskets such of the above mentioned articles as they could find. A prize would be given to the one who had the most valuable collection, according to the values given on the placard.
At the word "go!" they scuttled away, and hunted eagerly, now and then stooping to pick up a pin from the floor, or reaching up to get a horseshoe from the mantelpiece. The rooms had been literally sown with the small objects; the clovers and horseshoes being cut from pasteboard and painted, and the black cats being tiny china, wooden, or bronze affairs.
Cousin Jack must have had an immense store of these findings, for the baskets filled rapidly, and yet there seemed always more to be found.
"How are you getting along, Hester?" asked Marjorie as she met her.
"Can't find any hardly. I never have any luck! I s'pose you have a basket full!"
"Nearly," said Marjorie, laughing at Hester's ill-nature in the midst of the others' merriment.
"Say, Hester, I'll tell you what! I'll change baskets with you. Want to?"
"Will you?" and Hester's eyes sparkled. "Oh, Marjorie, will you?"
"Yes, I will, on condition that you'll be nice and pleasant, and not go around looking as cross as a magpie!"
"All right, give me your basket," and Hester put on a very bright smile in antic.i.p.ation of winning the game.
"What did you do that for?" asked Kitty, who saw the transfer of baskets.
"Oh, because. Never mind now, Kit, I'll tell you to-morrow," and Midget danced away with Hester's almost empty basket hanging from her arm.
She picked up a few more things here and there, and then Cousin Jack rang a bell to announce that the game was over. The baskets, each having its owner's name on a card tied to it, were all put on the hall table, and Mrs. Maynard and Cousin Ethel appraised the contents, while the children went to another game.
This time Uncle Steve conducted affairs. Several tables in the living-room were surrounded by the players, and each was given a paper and pencil.
"I see," Uncle Steve began, "that this is a Good Luck party. So each of you write the words 'good luck' at the top of your paper. Have you done so? Good! Now, I hope you will all of you have all good luck always, but if you can't get it all, get part. So try your hand at it by making words of four letters out of those two words you have written. Use each letter only once,--unless it is repeated, like _o_ in 'good.' However, that's the only one that _is_ a repeater, so use the others only once in any word you make. The words must be each of four letters,--no more and no less. And they must all be good, common, well-known English words.
Now go ahead, and the best list takes a prize."
How the children scribbled! How they nibbled their pencils and thought!
How they whispered to each other to ask if such a word was right!
Marjorie was quick at puzzles, but she didn't think it would be polite to take the prize at her own party, so she didn't hand in her list.
Neither did Kitty nor King. So when the lists were handed in, Uncle Steve rapidly looked them over.
"The longest list," he announced, "contains ten words."
"Oh, dear!" sighed Hester. "Isn't that just my bad luck! I had nine."
"So did I," said several others, but it was Tom Craig's list that had ten, so he received the prize. His list, as Uncle Steve read it out, was: Cook, loud, duck, cool, cold, lock, look, dock, clod, gold. The prize was a box of candy made in the shape of a four-leafed clover, so it was really four boxes.
Tom generously offered to pa.s.s the sweets around at once, but Uncle Steve advised him not to, as supper would be served pretty soon.
The children all liked the game, and clamored for a repet.i.tion of it, but Cousin Jack said it was his turn for a game now, and if they'd all stay at the tables, he'd give it to them.
"This is my own game," he said, "because it is called jackstraws, and my name is Jack. I am not a man of straw, however, as you'd soon find if you tried to knock me over! The game is almost like ordinary jackstraws, but with slight additions."
Then there were pa.s.sed around bunches of jackstraws for each table. They were just like ordinary jackstraws, except they were of different colors, and a little card told how to count. White ones were one; red ones, two; blue ones, five; silver ones, ten; and gold ones, twenty.
Then one marked Good Luck counted fifteen, and another, marked _thirteen_, counted twenty-five. This proved that thirteen was _not_ an unlucky number!
It's always fun to play jackstraws, and the children went at it with a zest. Midget, at the next table, was not surprised to hear Hester complaining, "Oh, you joggled me! That isn't fair! I ought to have another turn! I _never_ have any luck!" Marjorie smiled across at her, and, seeming to remember the condition of the basket exchange, Hester tried to smile, and succeeded fairly well.
Milly Fosd.i.c.k won that prize, and they all laughed when it turned out to be a straw hat of Indian make. It was of gay pattern basket work, and adorned with beads and feathers. Milly was delighted with it, and said she should always keep it as a souvenir.
By that time the ladies had completed their task, and the prize for the Good Luck hunt fell to Hester Corey. This was the prettiest prize of all, being a beautifully ill.u.s.trated copy of Grimms' "Fairy Tales," and Hester was enchanted with it. She took it eagerly, and never seemed to think for a moment that perhaps it wasn't quite fairly won; nor did she thank Marjorie for the a.s.sistance she gave.
Then they all went out to supper. And such a supper as it was! The table was decorated with green four-leafed clovers, and gilt horseshoes, and black cats, and yellow new moons. And every one had a little rabbit's foot, mounted like a charm, for a souvenir; and also a bright lucky penny of that very year.
And the sandwiches were cut like clovers, and the cakes like new moons, and the ice-cream was shaped like horseshoes, and everybody wished everybody else good luck all through Marjorie's thirteenth year. And when the young guests went away they all sang:
Marjorie at Seacote Part 32
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