THE CHARITY BAZAAR
The Bazaar opened Thursday afternoon, and was to continue the rest of
the week. As it was for a public charity, the whole town was interested,
and the Town Hall, where the Bazaar was held, was gaily decorated for
the occasion.
Marjorie was allowed to stay home from school, and in the morning she
went over to the hall to take her contributions and to help Miss
Merington arrange the booth.
Uncle Steve had responded nobly to Marjorie's letter asking him to send
her some M things. A box came to her by express, and in it were some
Indian beaded moccasins that were unique and beautiful. Then there were
several pocket mirrors and hand mirrors; half a dozen mousetraps; a
package of matches; some funny masks, and a plaster cast of "Mercury."
There was also a large wicker thing shaped like the arc of a circle. At
first Marjorie didn't know the name of this, though she had seen them
used to protect carriage wheels.
"Why, it's a mudguard!" cried Mr. Maynard. "How clever of old Steve!"
Also in the box were some mufflers, which Grandma Sherwood had made by
neatly hemming large squares of silk.
Mr. Maynard had brought Marjorie some inexpensive pieces of jewelry,
which, he told her, were Florentine mosaics, and so, with all her M's,
the little girl had a fine lot of wares to contribute.
James took them over to the hall for her, and Miss Merington was greatly
pleased.
"You're a worth-while assistant," said the young lady, as she bustled
about, arranging her pretty booth.
True to the spirit of the plan, Miss Merington had made her booth of
mauve-colored tissue-paper, and decorated it with morning-glories, also
made of paper, of delicate violet shades.
It was one of the prettiest booths in the room, and Marjorie was glad
she belonged to it.
"Now, Moppet," said Miss Merington, "what are you going to wear this
afternoon? I have a beautiful mauve costume, but I suppose you haven't.
And as I don't want you to be a jarring note, I'm going to ask you not
to wear any red or blue. Can't you wear all white?"
"My frock is white, Miss Merington," said Marjorie; and then she added,
laughing, "and it's muslin, so I suppose that's all right. And Mother
bought me a mauve sash and hair-ribbon and silk stockings, all to match.
And I've white slippers. Will that do?"
"Do! I should think it would. You'll be sweet in mauve and white. Now,
I'll tell you your duties. You must just look pleasant and smiling, so
that people will want to come to our booth to buy things. Then when they
come, you may tell them the prices of things if they ask you, but don't
ask them to buy. I hate people at fairs who insist on everybody's buying
their goods. Don't you?"
Marjorie felt quite important at being consulted on this matter, and she
hastened to agree with Miss Merington.
"Yes," she said. "But you won't have to ask the people to buy; I think
they'll want to come here, because this is the prettiest booth in the
whole room."
"I'm glad you think so. But Miss Frost's booth is lovely. All made of
cotton-wool snow, and tinsel ice."
"Oh, it's beautiful. My friend Gladys Fulton belongs there, and Daisy
Ferris, too. I thought you were going to have more assistants, Miss
Merington. Am I the only one?"
"Yes; to tell you the truth, I didn't know of any other nice little girl
whose name began with M. You don't mind, do you, dear?"
"Oh, no, indeed! I'm glad to be here alone with you. And I'll do all I
can to help."
"I'm sure you will. But now there's nothing more for you to do this
morning, so skip along home and get a good rest; then be back here
promptly at three o'clock this afternoon with all your mauve millinery
on."
"I don't wear a hat, Miss Merington!" exclaimed Midge, in dismay.
"Of course not. I said millinery, meaning your ribbons and finery. I
used the word because it begins with M. Do you know, Marjorie, I fairly
_think_ in words beginning with M!"
"Oh, is that it?" said Marjorie, laughing. "Well, good-morning
Mademoiselle Merington!"
"You're a clever little thing," said Miss Merington; "and now run along
home to Mother Maynard's mansion."
Marjorie laughed at this sally, and started for home. But at Miss
Frost's booth she found Gladys, and the two walked around the hall,
looking at the other booths. They were very interesting, for each lady
in charge had endeavored to get all the novel ideas possible for which
her special initial could be used.
X, Y, and Z had been declared impossible, but some clever girls had
concluded it would be a pity to omit them, and said that they would
combine the three in one booth. For X, which, they said, always
represented "an unknown quantity," they had prepared some express
packages. These contained merchandise of some sort, and had been sent
through the express office, in order to give the proper appearance of
expressed parcels. They were for sale at a price that was fair for their
contents, and people were asked to buy them unopened, thus purchasing
"an unknown quantity." Then there were yeast-cakes for sale; and toy
yachts, marked "For Sail"; and yellow things of any kind; and zephyr
garments, such as shawls and sacques and slippers.
This booth was very attractive, and was draped with yellow cheesecloth,
with black X's and Y's and Z's all over it.
In order to make a variety, the R booth was a restaurant, the L booth
served lemonade, and the C booth, candy and cakes.
"Isn't it fun?" said Marjorie to Gladys, as at last they started
homeward. "What are you going to wear, Glad? I don't know of any color
that begins with F."
"No," said Gladys. "Miss Frost says there's nothing but fawn-color, and
that won't do. So we're all to wear white, with lots of _frills_. And
we're to have feathers on our heads instead of ribbon bows, and we're to
carry feather fans. I wish I was in your booth, Midget."
"Yes, I wish so, too; but of course we couldn't be in the same. But
Father's coming at six to take us all to supper in the restaurant booth.
Perhaps we can get together then."
"Yes, I hope we can. I'll ask Mother about it."
The girls parted at Gladys' gate, and Marjorie went on home to luncheon.
"It's perfectly lovely, Mother!" she cried, as she entered the house. "I
never saw such a beautiful fair."
"That's good, girlie; and now you must eat your luncheon and then lie
down for a little rest before you go this afternoon."
"Oh, Mother Maynard! Why, I'm not a bit tired. You must think I'm an old
lady."
Mrs. Maynard smiled at the bright face and dancing eyes, which certainly
showed no trace of weariness.
But after luncheon she said: "Now, Midget, you must go to your room, and
lie down for half an hour. Close your eyes, and rest even if you do not
sleep."
Midget drew a long sigh, and walked slowly off to obey. She lay down on
her own little white bed, but though she managed to close her eyes for
nearly half a minute, they then flew wide open.
"Mother!" she called out. "I can't keep my eyes shut, unless I pin them.
Shall I do that?"
"Don't be foolish, Marjorie," called back Mrs. Maynard, from her own
room. "Go to sleep."
"But, Mother, I can't go to sleep. I'm as wide-awake as a--a weasel.
Mother, what time are you going to the fair?"
"At four o'clock. Now, be quiet, Marjorie, and don't ask any more
questions."
"No'm. But, Mother, mayn't I get up now? I've been here nearly six or
seven hours."
"It isn't six or seven minutes, yet. You must stay there half an hour,
so you may as well make your mind up to it."
"Yes'm; I've made up my mind. But I think this clock has stopped. It
hasn't moved but a teenty, taunty speck in all these hours. What time is
it by your clock, Mother?"
"Marjorie! You'll drive me distracted! Will you be still?"
"Yes'm, if you'll let me come in your room. May I, Mother? I'll just lie
still on your couch, and I won't speak. I'll just look at you. You know
you're so pretty, Mother."
Mrs. Maynard stifled a laugh.
"Come on, then," she called. "I simply can't yell like this any longer."
"I should think not," said Marjorie, as she appeared in her mother's
doorway. "My throat's exhausted, too."
"Now, remember," said Mrs. Maynard, "you said you'd be quiet in here.
Lie down on the couch, and put the afghan over you, and go to sleep."
"I'll lie down on the couch,--so," said Marjorie, suiting the action to
the word; "and I'll put the afghan over me,--so; but I can't go to
sleep--because I can't."
"Well, shut your eyes, and try to go to sleep; and, at any rate, stop
talking."
"Yes'm; I'll try." Marjorie squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and in a
moment she began to talk in a droning voice. "I'm asleep now, Mother,
thank you. I'm having a lovely nap. I'm just talking in my sleep, you
know. Nobody can help that, can they?"
"No; but they can't expect to be answered. So, talk in your sleep if you
choose, but keep your eyes shut."
"Oh, dear, that's the hardest part! Oh, Mother, I've such a good idea!
Mayn't I begin to dress while I'm asleep? Just put on my slippers and
stockings, you know. It would be such a help toward dressing to have
that done. May I,--Mother? Mother, may I?"
"Marjorie, you are incorrigible! Get up, do, and go for your bath, now.
And if you're ready too early, you'll have to sit still and not move
until it's time to go."
"Oh, Mother, what a dear, sweet mother you are!"
With a bound, Marjorie was off of the couch and tumbling into her
mother's arms.
Mrs. Maynard well understood the impatient young nature, and said no
more about a nap.
But at last the time came for Marjorie to start, and very sweet and
dainty she looked in her mauve and white costume. She had never worn
that color before, as it isn't usually considered appropriate for little
girls, but it proved becoming, and her dancing eyes and rosy cheeks
brightened up an effect otherwise too demure for a twelve-year-old
child.
Gladys was waiting at her own gate, and off they went to the hall.
Of course, the customers hadn't yet arrived, but soon after Marjorie had
taken her place inside the booth, the people began to flock to the
fair.
Miss Merington looked lovely in a violet crepe-de-chine gown, which just
suited her exquisite complexion and golden hair.
She greeted Marjorie as a companion and fellow-worker, and Midge
resolved to do her best to please the lovely lady. Somehow there seemed
to be a great deal to do. As the afternoon wore on the M booth had a
great many customers, and Miss Merington was kept so busy that Marjorie
had to be on the alert to assist her. She made change; she answered the
customers' questions; and sometimes she had to go to the department of
supplies for wrapping paper, string, and such things. She was very
happy, for Marjorie dearly loved a bustle of excitement, and the Bazaar
was a gay place.
After a time old Mr. Abercrombie came to the M booth. Marjorie hadn't
forgotten the day they rode behind his sleigh, and she wondered if he
would buy anything from her.
He looked at her quizzically through his big glasses, and said:
"Well, well, little girl, and what have you for sale? Old gentlemen like
myself are fond of sweet things, you know. Have you any sweet cakes?"
"Yes, sir," said Marjorie, and as Miss Merington was occupied with other
customers she felt justified in trying to make a sale herself.
"Yes, sir; we have these very nice cocoanut macaroons."
"Ah, yes; and how do you know they're nice? You must never make a
statement unless you're sure."
"Oh, but I am sure," said Marjorie, very earnestly. "Ellen, our cook,
made them, and she's a very superior cook. I know she is, because my
mother says so. And, besides, I know these are good because I've had
some of them myself."
"You've proved your case," said the old gentleman. "But now I'll catch
you! I'll buy your whole stock of macaroons if----"
"If what, sir?" said Marjorie, breathlessly, for his suggestion meant a
large sale, indeed.
"If you can spell macaroons," was the unexpected reply.
"Oh!" Marjorie gave a little gasp of dismay, for she had never had the
word in her spelling lessons, and she didn't remember ever seeing it in
print.
"May I think a minute?" she asked.
"Yes," said Mr. Abercrombie, taking out his watch; "but just a minute,
no more."
This embarrassed Marjorie a little, but she was determined to win if
possible, so she set her wits to work.
It was confusing, for she was uncertain whether to say double c or
double r, or whether both those letters were single. Then, like a flash,
came to her mind the way her father had taught her to spell _macaroni_.
The words _might_ not be alike, but more likely they were, so before the
minute had elapsed, she said, bravely:
"M-a-c-a-r-double o-n-s."
"Good for you!" cried Mr. Abercrombie. "You're a smart little girl, and
a good speller. I'll take all the macaroons you have."
Greatly elated, Marjorie referred the sale to Miss Merington, and that
lady was very much pleased when Mr. Abercrombie gave her a good-sized
banknote, and declined to take any change.
"For the good of the cause," he said, waiving away the proffered change.
"And now," their eccentric customer went on, "I've just a little more
money to spend at this booth, for I've promised one or two other
friends to buy some of their wares. But, Miss Rosycheeks, I'll tell you
what I'll do."
He looked at Marjorie so teasingly that she felt sure he was going to
ask her to spell something else, and this time she feared she would
fail.
"I'll do this," proceeded Mr. Abercrombie: "I'll buy anything for sale
at this booth that our young friend, the paragon speller, can _not_
spell!"
Marjorie's eyes sparkled. She wasn't really a "paragon speller," and she
felt sure there must be something that was beyond her knowledge. But,
somehow, all the things seemed to have simple names. Any one could spell
mittens and muffs and mats. And though mandolin and marmalade were
harder, yet she conscientiously realized that she could spell those
correctly.
"I don't see anything," she said, at last, slowly and regretfully.
"Then I save my money, and you save your reputation as a speller," said
Mr. Abercrombie, jocosely, as he jingled some silver in his pocket.
"Oh, wait a minute!" cried Marjorie. "There's that handsome clock! Miss
Merington said it's malachite, and I haven't the least idea how to spell
that!"
"Fairly caught!" said the old gentleman, chuckling at his own defeat. "I
see by your honest eyes that you really don't know how to spell
malachite, and it _is_ a hard word. Now, listen, and I'll teach you."
Mr. Abercrombie spelled the word, and then said:
"Would you have guessed it was spelled like that?"
"No, sir," said Midge, truthfully; "I should have thought there was a
'k' in it."
"I almost wish there had been," said the gentleman, ruefully, "then I
should not have to buy the most expensive article on your table.
However, it will look well on my library mantel, and I shall rejoice
whenever I look at it and remember that you know how to spell it."
Marjorie smiled at this idea, and the queer customer paid to Miss
Merington the rather large price that was marked on the handsome clock.
"Marjorie, you're a trump!" said she, as Mr. Abercrombie walked away.
"He's about the only one here rich enough to buy that clock, and I'm
glad he took it. This will swell our fund finely."
When it was supper-time, the Maynards and Fultons all went together to
the restaurant in the R booth. They had a merry time, and Marjorie told
the story of her "Spelling Lesson," as she called it.
"You're a born merchant, Midge," said King. "You make money by knowing
how to spell--and then you make money by not knowing!"
"But such occasions don't happen often," said Mr. Maynard. "I think
you'd better continue your spelling lessons for a few years yet. And
now, as it's time for ice-cream, I'll try your friend's plan, Midget. If
you can spell _Biscuit Tortoni_, you can have it!"
"Thank you, Father," said Marjorie, smiling; "but I'd rather have
vanilla and chocolate. They're easier to spell, and just as good to
eat."
After supper, the children had to go home. Marjorie looked back
reluctantly at the brilliant hall, even more gay since the lights were
burning, but she remembered that she could yet come two more afternoons,
so she said no word of regret.
"But I do hope," she said to her mother, as she tucked her tired little
girl into bed that night, "I do hope that when I'm a grown-up young
lady I'll be exactly like that lovely, sweet Miss Merington."
"I'm thankful to say that your grown-up-young-lady days are yet far
off," responded her mother; "but when that time comes I'll be quite
satisfied to have you the lovely, sweet Miss Maynard."
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MARJORIE IN COMMAND
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SALLY FOUND OUT
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Nancy, unaided, seeks to locate a missing will and finds herself in the
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Nancy has some perilous experiences around a deserted bungalow.
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Quick thinking and quick action were needed for Nancy to extricate
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On a vacation in Arizona Nancy uncovers an old mystery and solves it.
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Nancy exposes the doings of a secret society on an isolated farm.
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THE CIRCUS BOOK Laura Rountree Smith
THE FAIRY BABIES Laura Rountree Smith
LITTLE BEAR Laura Rountree Smith
BUSY LITTLE BROWNIES N. Moore Banta
THE BROWNIES and the GOBLINS N. Banta and A. B. Benson
TEN LITTLE BROWNIE MEN N. Banta and A. B. Benson
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THE CIRCUS COTTON-TAILS Laura Rountree Smith
THE COTTON-TAILS in TOYLAND Laura Rountree Smith
BUNNY BOY and GRIZZLY BEAR Laura Rountree Smith
THE CHILDREN of MOTHER GOOSE Julia Darrow Cowles
A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES Robert Louis Stevenson
AB, THE CAVE MAN William Lewis Nida
THE JUDY BOLTON MYSTERY STORIES
By MARGARET SUTTON
Here is a new series of mystery stories for girls by an author who knows
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THE VANISHING SHADOW
Judy's safety is threatened by a gang of crooks who think she knows too
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mysterious shadow which vanishes before she can get a glimpse of its
owner.
THE HAUNTED ATTIC
The Boltons move into a large rambling house reputed to be haunted. Even
the brave Judy who has looked forward to "spooky" goings on is
thoroughly frightened at the strange scrapings and rappings and the eery
"crying ghost."
THE INVISIBLE CHIMES
Through an automobile accident a strange girl is taken into the Bolton
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her story. Judy tracks down many clues before she finally uncovers the
real identity of "Honey."
SEVEN STRANGE CLUES
Judy gets to the bottom of a mystery that centers around a prize poster
contest and a fire in the school building--through seven baffling clues
that hold the key to the answer.
THE POLLY SERIES
By DOROTHY WHITEHILL
This lively series for girls is about the adventures of pretty,
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POLLY'S SUMMER VACATION
POLLY'S SENIOR YEAR AT BOARDING SCHOOL
POLLY SEES THE WORLD AT WAR
POLLY AND LOIS
POLLY AND BOB
POLLY'S REUNION
POLLY'S POLLY
POLLY AT PIXIE'S HAUNT
POLLY'S HOUSE PARTY
POLLY'S POLLY AT BOARDING SCHOOL
JOYFUL ADVENTURES OF POLLY
THE JOYCE PAYTON SERIES
By DOROTHY WHITEHILL
Between the covers of these books will be found the kind of people all
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who has a remarkable knowledge of gypsy customs. She is a universal
favorite among girls. Then, too, there is Pam, Joy's partner in
adventure, and Gypsy Joe, the little Romany genius who has a magical
fiddle--and we mustn't forget Gloria, a city bred cousin and spoiled
darling who feels like a "cat in a strange garret" with Joy and her
friends.
JOY AND GYPSY JOE
JOY AND PAM
JOY AND HER CHUMS
JOY AND PAM AT BROOKSIDE
JOY AND PAM A-SAILING
THE ELIZABETH ANN SERIES
By JOSEPHINE LAWRENCE
Elizabeth Ann is a charming girl who has various delightful adventures.
You first meet her when she is traveling alone on a train. Her parents
have sailed for Japan, and she is sent to visit her numerous relatives.
Of course, she meets many new friends during her travels. With some of
them she is quite happy, and with others--but that's all in the stories.
However, any difficulty she encounters is soon overcome by her clever
brain, her kindness of heart, and her absolute honesty.
Each volume in this series holds a complete story in itself.
THE ADVENTURES OF ELIZABETH ANN
ELIZABETH ANN AT MAPLE SPRING
ELIZABETH ANN'S SIX COUSINS
ELIZABETH ANN AND DORIS
ELIZABETH ANN'S BORROWED GRANDMA
ELIZABETH ANN'S SPRING VACATION
ELIZABETH ANN AND UNCLE DOCTOR
ELIZABETH ANN'S HOUSEBOAT
RUTH DARROW FLYING STORIES
By MILDRED A. WIRT
A rollicking flying series for girls, tense and startling in its unusual
turns. Every reader interested in aviation will be thrilled to follow
the strange adventures of Ruth Darrow in her racing monoplane, the
Silver Moth. Aided by her chum, Jean Harrington, and her loyal friend,
Sandy Morland, Ruth takes part in an exciting air race and solves many a
baffling mystery.
RUTH DARROW IN THE AIR DERBY
RUTH DARROW IN THE FIRE PATROL
RUTH DARROW IN YUCATAN
RUTH DARROW IN THE COAST GUARD
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS SERIES
By GRACE BROOKS HILL
These splendid stories of the adventures of four young girls who occupy
the old corner house left to them by a rich bachelor uncle will appeal
to all young girls. They contain all the elements which delight youthful
readers--action, mystery, humor and excitement. These girls have become
the best friends of many children throughout the country.
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS AT SCHOOL
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS UNDER CANVAS
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS IN A PLAY
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS' ODD FIND
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS ON A TOUR
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS GROWING UP
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS SNOWBOUND
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS ON A HOUSEBOAT
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS AMONG THE GYPSIES
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS ON PALM ISLAND
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS SOLVE A MYSTERY
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS FACING THE WORLD
GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
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|Transcriber's Note: |
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|CHAPTER XIX |
|A SPOOL OF YARNS |
| |
|The Princess, named Violetta Evangeline by one character |
|(page 265), is referred to by another character as |
|Violetta Angeline (page 267) and Violetta Angelina (page 268).|
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