tha Baker,
and I know she won't like it."

"Why won't she like it?" asked Marjorie, innocently. "I'll be nice to
her."

"Bless your heart, you sweet baby, I don't mean that!" cried Cousin
Ethel; "but the truth is, nobody likes Bertha Baker. She is a nice child
in many ways, but she is,--"

"Grumpy-natured," put in Cousin Jack; "that's what's the matter with
Bertha,--she hasn't any sunshine in her makeup. Now as Marjorie has
sunshine enough for two, I think it will be a good plan to put them
together."

"The plan is good enough," said his wife, "if Marjorie doesn't mind. But
I don't want her pleasure spoiled because she has to be with a grumpy
little girl. How about it, Marjorie?"

"I don't mind a bit," said Midget. "We're always good-natured ourselves,
somehow we just can't help being so. And if Bertha Baker is cross, I'll
just giggle until she has to giggle too."

"That's right, Midget," said her father, nodding his head approvingly.
"And if you giggle enough, I think you'll make the grumpy Bertha merry
before she knows it."

"You see," said Cousin Ethel, "everybody else is arranged for. And unless
Marjorie goes with Bertha Baker, the child will have to go alone, for
nobody else is willing to go with her."

"What a disagreeable girl she must be!" said King. "I'm glad I don't have
to go with her."

"But you will have to, King," said Marjorie. "He'll have to push our
cart, won't he, Cousin Ethel?"

"Why, yes, I thought he would do that; but he shan't if he doesn't want
to."

"Oh, I do want to," declared King, agreeably. "I'm not afraid of any
grumpy girl. I'll smile on her so sweetly, she'll _have_ to smile back."
And King gave such an idiotic grin that they all smiled back at him.

"Now," went on Cousin Ethel, briskly, "I thought, Marjorie, you could
have the doll cart, and Kitty could be with May Perry and help sell the
flowers. The flower wagon will be very pretty, and flowers are always
easy to sell."

"So are dolls," said Marjorie. "Can I help you make some. Cousin Ethel,
or are they already made?"

"The more elaborate dolls are being dressed by the ladies of our Club.
But I thought, that if your mother and I and you girls could get to
work to-day, we could make a lot of funny little dolls that I'm sure
would be saleable."

"Let me help, too," said Cousin Jack. "I can make lovely dolls out of
peanuts."

"Nonsense," said his wife, "we can all make peanut dolls. And besides,
Jack, you must get