Eat some and if they dont kill you Ill take
some,too.
I believe he would like me better than Mary,
because there is nofun in her.
I wish he would wait till I grow up, she thought.
Buthis smile was vivid and youthful and his mouth showed strength andtenderness and
humour. For all the Lesleys had a bit oftemper, and this was no way to treat a
visitor.
Then forheavens sake, tell her to take her skin
off, Uncle Klon hadretorted. But still shecould not get that first
line.
But Annabel died there, objected Cousin
Teresa.
Oh, Im so sorry for you, said Beulah, before she
turned away.
Grandmother was annoyed and when Grandmother was
annoyed she wasvery aloof.
Its apt to happen to any child who goes to a public
school, sheconcluded comfortingly. I simply advise you to give her the key of The
Magic Door. Hell not try to sneak into MYpantry again in a hurry.
I simply advise you to give her the key of The
Magic Door. UncleDan, who had a glass eye and thought nobody knew of it. You couldnt
laugh when anybodywas trying to deceive you with such yarns.
Beulah would be there and Marigold was sure
thatcurtsey would finish HER completely.
She had a headache and they wouldnt take me because
there aremeasles in Cavendish. Marigold doesnt know that, said Aunt Stasia. Aunt
Sybilla, who went in for spiritualism. Mother would have been willing forthe bob,
though she might cry in secret about it. But THIS had to do with thehead
evidently.
Then forheavens sake, tell her to take her skin
off, Uncle Klon hadretorted.
Little girls shouldnt say things like that. Once
Nancy slipped in and snuggleddown beside her. Germs that perhaps she would never be
able to get rid of.
She was not in the least afraid that she
wouldnt.
Thinking Marigold would not be home till
Sundayevening, she had gone to South Harmony for a visit.
Marigold nodded, her eyes like wet
pansies.
Mother thought they werereally being too lavish,
but for once Grandmother counted no cost.
Thats how I feel, too, whispered
Marigold.
They would talk delicious little secrets
whichnobody in the world but their small selves knew. What a hatefulgrin she had
seen on Beulahs face as Cousin Teresa walked her outof the room! Marigold sat down
disconsolately onthe veranda steps. Her hair will have to be shingled to the
bone.
Marigold secretly thought it rather awful. Im
staying at the hotel downthere with Aunt Clara. Ive a comb of my own in my bag, she
said with spirit.