tle while looking round this
room. In that treasure cabinet are many pretty curios, and I know I can
trust you to be careful of my things."

"Thank you, Grandma; I will look about here for a little while, and
indeed I will be careful not to harm anything."

So Grandma's satin gown rustled daintily down the stairs, and Marjorie
was left alone in her beautifully appointed bedroom.

She opened the treasure cabinet, and spent a pleasant half hour looking
over the pretty things it contained. She was a careful child, and touched
the things daintily, putting each back in its right place after she
examined it.

Then she locked the glass doors of the cabinet, and walked leisurely
about the room, looking at the pretty furnishings. The dainty toilet
table interested her especialty, and she admired its various
appointments, some of which she did not even know the use of. One
beautiful carved silver affair she investigated curiously, when she
discovered it was a powder box, which shook out scented powder from a
perforated top. Marjorie amused herself, shaking some powder on her hand,
and flicking it on her rosy cheeks. It was a fascinating little affair,
for it worked by an unusual sort of a spring, and Marjorie liked to play
with it.

She wandered about the room with the powder-box still in her hand, and as
she paused a moment at Grandma's bedside, a brilliant idea came to her.

The bed had been arranged for the night. The maid had laid aside the
elaborate lace coverlet and pillow covers, had deftly turned back the bed
clothing in correct fashion, and had put Grandma's night pillow in place.

For some reason, as Marjorie looked at the pillow, there flashed across
her mind what Grandma had said about her hair turning white in a single
night, and acting on a sudden impulse, Marjorie shook powder from the
silver box all over Grandma's pillow. Then chuckling to herself, she
replaced the powder-box on the dressing table, and went to her own room.

CHAPTER XIV

A MERRY JOKE

The next morning, while Marjorie was dressing, she heard a great
commotion in the halls. Peeping out her door she saw maids running hither
and thither with anxious, worried faces. She heard her grandmother's
voice in troubled accents, and Grandfather seemed to be trying to soothe
her.

Naughty Marjorie well knew what it was all about, and chuckled with glee
as she finished dressing, and went down to breakfast.

She found the family assembled in