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"She's a dear little girl," she said, after Molly had gone; "but she _is_ a lively one. In fact, she's a regular Maynard, and four young Maynards are just about all I can stand in the house permanently."
"Weren't we good, Mother?" asked Marjorie, anxiously.
"Yes, dear, you were good enough. Really, you didn't get into much mischief; but I suppose you've no idea how much noise you made."
"No'm, I haven't," said Marjorie. "And now I guess I'll go skating."
"Very well, Midge; but remember what Father told you about 'Snap the Whip.'"
"Oh, yes, indeed, Mother. I can never forget that, 'cause I have my prize, you know."
True to his word to give them both prizes, Mr. Maynard had brought the girls each a dainty silver bangle, from which hung a tiny pair of skates. This, he said, was to remind them of the dangerous game, and of their really narrow escape on Thanksgiving Day.
Later that afternoon Marjorie came home from her skating in a great state of excitement.
"Oh, Mother," she said; "Miss Merington has asked me to be at her table at the Bazaar! Won't that be lovely?"
"Miss Merington! What does she want of a little girl like you?"
"Oh, she wants me to help her! Just afternoons, you know; not evenings.
She's going to have two or three girls to help her. Miss Frost asked Gladys to be with her. You see, it's this way. Haven't you heard about the Alphabet of Booths?"
"No; what does that mean?"
"Well, I'll tell you. You see, the whole big Bazaar is going to be divided up into twenty-six booths. Each one is a letter--A, B, C, you know. Then everybody who takes charge of the booth begins with that letter, and sells those things."
"What things?"
"Why, Mother, like this. The A booth is in charge of Mrs. Andrews, and she sells apples and andirons, and,--and anything that begins with A."
"Then I should think she could sell 'anything,'" said Mrs. Maynard, laughing.
"Oh, Mother, that's lovely and witty. I'll tell Mrs. Andrews that. Well, and then Mrs. Burns has the B booth, and she sells beads and books and baskets and whatever begins with B."
"Oh, yes, I understand. And it's very clever. And so Miss Merington invited you to help her?"
"Yes, and Miss Frost invited Gladys, because Fulton begins with F. But, Mother, I can't think of a thing to sell that begins with M. Something that I can make, I mean. I can only think of melons and mantelpieces."
"How about mats?"
"Oh, yes, I can make mats. Crochet them, you mean? Will you show me how?"
"Yes, and mops, too; you can make mops, or buy them, either. I suppose they expect you to contribute some articles to be sold. I'll make some for you, too. I'll make you a lovely big, soft melon cus.h.i.+on, a head rest, you know. And, oh, Mopsy! I'll give you some mixed pickles, some of those good ones that Ellen puts up. They'll sell well, I know."
"Oh, goody, Mother; I'll have a lot of things to give them, won't I? And Miss Merington will be so pleased. She's a lovely lady."
"Yes, she's a charming girl, and I'm glad to have you help her. Perhaps Father can think up some things for you that begin with M."
This was a good suggestion, and that very evening Midget put the question:
"Father, what begins with M that you could sell?"
"Why, Mopsy Midget Maynard, I could sell you, but I doubt if I could get a big enough price. You're a pretty valuable piece of property."
"Yes, but don't joke, Daddy. I mean really, in earnest, for the Bazaar, you know."
"Oh, yes, I've heard about that wonderful Bazaar. Well, let me see. Are you allowed to have any sort of wares if they begin with the right letter?"
"Yes, I think so. Mother thought of mats and mops."
"That's a good start. How are you to get these things? Do you donate them all to the Bazaar?"
"Yes; or Miss Merington said we could ask people to give us things, but I don't like to do that."
"No; not from strangers, of course. But I'm sure Mr. Gordon will be glad to give you some toys or notions out of his store. He's such an old friend of mine, I wouldn't mind your asking him. And then I think Uncle Steve would send you a few trinkets, or Grandma Sherwood might. But most of your contributions I think we'll get up here at home. Now, let's be methodical, because that begins with M, and first we'll make some lists."
Marjorie was greatly interested, and flew for a pad and pencil, and then waited for her father to make his lists.
"I declare, Midget," he said, at last, "this is harder than I thought. I can't think of a thing but mahogany bureaus and marble mantles."
"How about marbles, Father? I mean the kind you play marbles with."
"That's good, Midge. Mr. Gordon will give you those. I don't want you to ask any one else, but Tom Gordon told me he would give a lot of things to the Bazaar, and he said for you to go down there and pick out what you want."
"Oh, that will be lovely! Now, let's think what else he has."
"Yes, that's the way to get at it. In a shop like his, with all sorts of stationery and toys and knick-knacks, there ought to be lots of M's.
Well, doubtless he'll give you some music,--sheet-music, you know; and perhaps some magazines. Oh, and memorandum-books. You can always sell those to business men. Then he has maps, too; pocket-maps, or even larger ones. And I think that's all you ought to expect from him."
"Yes, that's enough. Now, what can I make myself?"
"I daresay Mother finished the list when she said mats and mops. I don't know of anything else, unless it's mantillas."
"What are they?"
"Don't you know? Well, it is an old-fas.h.i.+oned word. They're ladies'
cloaks, mantles, you know."
"Oh, Father, I could make some for dolls!"
"Yes, that's good; if you can sew well enough."
"Mother will help me with the hard parts. But, really, they will be lovely. All the little girls will buy them. Now, can't I make something else?"
"Why, yes; make candy! Marshmallows,--I'll teach you how; you know I'm a famous candy-maker. But I don't know any other sort,--unless we say mint-drops. Would that do?"
"Oh, yes. And I can make mottoes. Any kind of candy, you know, done up in motto-papers."
"That's a fine idea! We'll all make a lot of home-made candy, and help you wrap it the night before the show. Then your nice, fresh mottoes will go off like hot cakes."