indeed the day her friend returned home.

But Mrs. Maynard bore the blow bravely.

"She's a dear little girl," she said, after Molly had gone; "but she
_is_ a lively one. In fact, she's a regular Maynard, and four young
Maynards are just about all I can stand in the house permanently."

"Weren't we good, Mother?" asked Marjorie, anxiously.

"Yes, dear, you were good enough. Really, you didn't get into much
mischief; but I suppose you've no idea how much noise you made."

"No'm, I haven't," said Marjorie. "And now I guess I'll go skating."

"Very well, Midge; but remember what Father told you about 'Snap the
Whip.'"

"Oh, yes, indeed, Mother. I can never forget that, 'cause I have my
prize, you know."

True to his word to give them both prizes, Mr. Maynard had brought the
girls each a dainty silver bangle, from which hung a tiny pair of
skates. This, he said, was to remind them of the dangerous game, and of
their really narrow escape on Thanksgiving Day.

Later that afternoon Marjorie came home from her skating in a great
state of excitement.

"Oh, Mother," she said; "Miss Merington has asked me to be at her table
at the Bazaar! Won't that be lovely?"

"Miss Merington! What does she want of a little girl like you?"

"Oh, she wants me to help her! Just afternoons, you know; not evenings.
She's going to have two or three girls to help her. Miss Frost asked
Gladys to be with her. You see, it's this way. Haven't you heard about
the Alphabet of Booths?"

"No; what does that mean?"

"Well, I'll tell you. You see, the whole big Bazaar is going to be
divided up into twenty-six booths. Each one is a letter--A, B, C, you
know. Then everybody who takes charge of the booth begins with that
letter, and sells those things."

"What things?"

"Why, Mother, like this. The A booth is in charge of Mrs. Andrews, and
she sells apples and andirons, and,--and anything that begins with A."

"Then I should think she could sell 'anything,'" said Mrs. Maynard,
laughing.

"Oh, Mother, that's lovely and witty. I'll tell Mrs. Andrews that. Well,
and then Mrs. Burns has the B booth, and she sells beads and books and
baskets and whatever begins with B."

"Oh, yes, I understand. And it's very clever. And so Miss Merington
invited you to help her?"

"Yes, and Miss Frost invited Gladys, because Fulton begins with F. But,
Mother, I can't think of a thing to sell that begins with M. Something
that I can make, I mean. I can only th