Marjorie's New Friend. Wells Carolyn

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СКАЧАТЬ stifling her mirth lest she awake them, she called her husband to her side. After a few whispered words, they went away, and returned with down quilts and steamer rugs, which they gently tucked about the vanquished heroes, and then lowering the lights left them asleep at their posts.

      For an hour the children slept soundly, and then, at ten minutes before twelve the nursery door was softly opened again.

      This time, Mr. and Mrs. Maynard, accompanied by Grandma Sherwood and Uncle Steve, came in, apparently with the intention of staying. Mr. Maynard snapped on the lights, and the grownups smiled as they gazed on the faces of the sleeping children.

      "What time is it, Fred?" asked Mrs. Maynard.

      "Seven minutes of twelve."

      "Waken them, then. There isn't any too much time."

      So Mr. Maynard sprung a small "watchman's rattle." It made a pleasant whirr, but he was obliged to hold it near each child's ear before those deep slumbers were disturbed.

      "What is it?" said King, who first opened his eyes. "Kitty, you're asleep!"

      His last waking thought possessed him as his eye fell on his sleeping sister, he spoke before he realized that he had been asleep himself.

      "What's the matter?" he said, seeing all the people standing about, and noticing the rug over himself.

      "Nothing's the matter," answered his father, blithely, "only the New Year is hurrying toward us, and we all want to greet it together."

      "You bet we do!" cried King, now broad awake, and shaking himself out of his rug as he jumped up.

      Mrs. Maynard was rousing Kitty, and sat beside the half-asleep child with her arm round her, while Grandma was treating Marjorie in the same way.

      "It seems a shame," began Grandma, but Uncle Steve interrupted:

      "A shame to wake them? Not a bit of it! It would be a shame to let them sleep through a chance that they won't get again for a year! Hello! chickabiddies! Hello! Wake up! Fire! Murder! Thieves! Fred, give me that rattle!"

      Taking the noisy little toy, Uncle Steve sprang it vigorously, and was rewarded for his efforts by seeing the two girls at last on their feet and smiling broadly,—wide awake now, indeed.

      "Five minutes grace," said Mr. Maynard. "Out with your watches, you who have them. The rest look on with somebody else."

      Kitty ran to her father's side, and cuddled in his arm, as she looked at his watch. Marjorie saw Uncle Steve's smile inviting her, so she flew across the room to him; and King politely offered his watch to his mother and grandmother, saying the nursery clock would do for him.

      Care was taken to have all the time-pieces set exactly alike, and then it was three minutes of midnight, and they waited.

      "He'll come in at the window, the New Year will," said Mr. Maynard as he flung the casement wide open. "The old year is going. Bid him good-bye, children, you'll never see him again. Good-bye, old year, good-bye!"

      "Good-bye, old year, good-bye!" they all said in concert, and murmured it again, as the last seconds flew steadily by.

      "Happy New Year!" shouted Mr. Maynard, as his second-hand reached the mark, but he was no quicker than the others, and all the voices rang out a "Happy New Year" simultaneously.

      Then the village clock began to strike twelve, all the bells in the little town began to ring, some firing was heard, and shouts from passers-by in the streets added to the general jubilee.

      "Isn't it splendid!" cried Marjorie, as she leaned out of the window.

      "The moon is gone, but see the bright, bright stars, all twinkling 'Happy

      New Year' to us!"

      "May it indeed be a Happy New Year for you, my dear child," said her father, as he kissed her tenderly.

      And then everybody was exchanging kisses and greetings, and good wishes, and Marjorie realized that at last, she had sat up to "see the New Year in."

      "But I don't see how we happened to fall asleep," she said, looking puzzled.

      "I, either," said King; "I was just bound I wouldn't, and then I did."

      "You were bound I shouldn't, too," said Kitty, "but I did!"

      "You all did!" said Mr. Maynard. "Such sleeping I never saw!"

      "Well, it was lovely of you to wake us up," said Marjorie; "I wouldn't have missed all this for anything."

      "All things come to him who waits," said her father, "and you certainly waited very quietly and patiently!"

      "And now, skip to bed," said Mrs. Maynard, "and not until three hundred and sixty-five nights are passed, do we have such a performance as this again."

      "All right," said the children, "good-night, and Happy New Year!"

      "Good-night and Happy New Year!" echoed the grown-ups.

      CHAPTER V

      A TEARFUL TIME

      The New Year was about a week old, and so far, had nobly fulfilled all hopes of happiness.

      To be sure, Marjorie had been obliged to begin school again, but as she had the companionship of Gladys Fulton, who dearly loved to go to school, it helped her to bear the trial.

      She had been to spend the afternoon with Gladys and was returning home at five o'clock, as was the rule for winter days.

      She turned in at her own gate-way, and had there been any one to see her, it might have been noticed that her demeanor and expression were very unlike the usual appearance of gay, laughing Marjorie Maynard.

      In fact, she looked the picture of utter despair and dejection. Her head hung down, her steps were slow, and yet she seemed filled with a riot of indignation.

      Her face was flushed and her eyes red, and though not exactly crying, great shivering sobs now and then shook her whole body.

      Once inside her own home grounds, she quickened her pace a little, and almost ran up the verandah steps and in at the door.

      She slammed it behind her, and though, I am sorry to say, this was not an unusual proceeding for Midget, yet she was truly trying to break herself of the habit.

      But this time she gave the door a hard, angry slam, and flinging her wraps anywhere, as she went along, she brushed hastily through the various rooms in search of her mother.

      But Mrs. Maynard and Kitty had gone out driving, and King wasn't at home, either, so poor Marjorie, her eyes now blinded with surging tears, stumbled on to her own room, and threw herself, sobbing, on her little white bed.

      She buried her face in the pillow and gave way to such tumultuous grief that the brass bedstead fairly shook in sympathy.

      "I can't bear it!" she murmured, half aloud; "I can't bear it! It's a wicked shame! I don't Want to live any more! Oh, I wish Mother would come home!"

      For nearly half an hour Marjorie cried and cried. Now with big, bursting, heart-rending sobs, and at quieter intervals, with floods of hot tears.

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