There was the nice little playhouse in
thecurrant-bushes first.
Yet that look of horror inAunt Stasias
eyes!
Butremember you are not to touch the chocolate
cake. Marigold could not stop crying all at once, but she sat up and blewher nose.
The spare room bed really looked toobeautiful to be slept in. She decided that if
Marigold did not soon begin to improve,Lorraine would have to be sent
for.
Down the road the witching lilt of some invisible
musician who wasplaying a fiddle at Lazarres. An old fool, said Marigold, sweetly
and distinctly.
Marigold sat down disconsolately onthe veranda
steps. Of course, I dontsuppose it is your fault.
She decided that if Marigold did not soon begin to
improve,Lorraine would have to be sent for.
And now she stood dazed, frantic, coming out
withgoose-flesh all over her body. It wont kill you if she does, said Grandmother.
Perhaps the dark mind of the Witchof Endor, sitting on the gate post, brewed up some
kind of spell.
After all, theres nothing quite so satisfying as an
oldfriendship, is there, Marian? She had a headache and they wouldnt take me because
there aremeasles in Cavendish. What did the worldlook like to a cat, speculated
Dr.
A crumb on the carpetunfitted her for the
day.
Just forpieces for herself and all the children who
came. Grandmother was annoyed and when Grandmother was annoyed she wasvery aloof.
Thats how I feel, too, whispered Marigold.
Mother hadalways been so proud of Marigolds silken
fleece. There was a palemoon-glow behind the cloud of spruce.
Marigold had a flash of awful
illumination.
To her amazement, she found it incredibly hard to
tell AdamClow that she had locked The Magic Door.
Marigold had a flash of awful illumination. Clow
was a very old friend of Grandmothers, and this visit wasa great event to her. But
she would not be able tosleep with Nancy.
Clow was a very old friend of Grandmothers, and
this visit wasa great event to her.
The big sideboard was a delectable mountain ofgood
things. Oh, shemust get home right away if she had anything dreadful.
That sleek, parted gold hair makes you look like a
saint in astained glass window.
But the girl in green whirled about on tip-toes
till she was infront of Marigold once more. She recalled what Great-Aunt Elizabeth
had once said of Marigold.
And Ive just GOT to know, she said
desperately.
She wanted to know what wasthe matter with her. She
liked gentle, kitteny Cousin Teresa better. Ill soon be sleeping in the spare room,
wont I, Grandmother?