the neck.

The others were a little frightened at Marjorie's audacity, and Grandpa
Maynard himself was startled as the pillow hit him. But as he turned
and saw Marjorie's laughing face, he entered into the spirit of the game,
and in a moment pillows were flying among the four, and shouts of
merriment accompanied the fun.

Grandpa Maynard took off his glasses, and put them in his pocket for
safekeeping, and soon he was the merriest one of all.

But suddenly he recollected that it was time for him to attend to his own
duties as host.

"You young rascals," he said, "I don't know how you inveigled me into
this disgraceful performance! Here I am all dishevelled, and in a
few moments I must preside at dinner!"

"Oh, you're all right," said Marjorie, patting his necktie; "just brush
your hair over again, and put your glasses on, and you'll look fine. And
we're much obliged to you, Grandpa, for playing so jolly with us."

"Well, well; I'm surprised at myself! But remember this kind of play is
only to be indulged in when you're up here. When you're downstairs, you
must be polite and quiet-mannered, or else Grandma won't be pleased."

"All right," said Marjorie. "We promise we will," and all the others
agreed.

CHAPTER XIII

A CHILDREN'S PARTY

The next day the children tried very hard to be good. It was not easy,
for Grandma seemed especially punctilious, and reprimanded them for every
little thing. She told them of the party in the afternoon, and taught
them how to make curtseys to greet the guests.

"I know how to curtsey," said Marjorie. "I always do it at home, when
mother has callers. But I don't curtsey to children."

"Yes, you must," said Grandma. "I don't want my grandchildren behaving
like a lot of rustics."

This speech greatly offended Marjorie, and it was with difficulty that
she refrained from answering that they were not rustics. But she
controlled herself, and said that of course she would curtsey to the
young guests if Grandma wished her to.

"Now that's a little lady," said Grandma, approvingly, and Marjorie felt
glad that she hadn't given way to her irritation.

"What time is the party, Grandma?" asked Kitty.

"From four to six, Kitty; but you children must be dressed, and in the
drawing-room at quarter before four."

The day dragged along, as there was nothing especial to do and no way to
have any fun. Grandpa Maynard had gone out with their father, and though
the children went up