I begin to dress while I'm asleep? Just put on my slippers and
stockings, you know. It would be such a help toward dressing to have
that done. May I,--Mother? Mother, may I?"

"Marjorie, you are incorrigible! Get up, do, and go for your bath, now.
And if you're ready too early, you'll have to sit still and not move
until it's time to go."

"Oh, Mother, what a dear, sweet mother you are!"

With a bound, Marjorie was off of the couch and tumbling into her
mother's arms.

Mrs. Maynard well understood the impatient young nature, and said no
more about a nap.

But at last the time came for Marjorie to start, and very sweet and
dainty she looked in her mauve and white costume. She had never worn
that color before, as it isn't usually considered appropriate for little
girls, but it proved becoming, and her dancing eyes and rosy cheeks
brightened up an effect otherwise too demure for a twelve-year-old
child.

Gladys was waiting at her own gate, and off they went to the hall.

Of course, the customers hadn't yet arrived, but soon after Marjorie had
taken her place inside the booth, the people began to flock to the
fair.

Miss Merington looked lovely in a violet crepe-de-chine gown, which just
suited her exquisite complexion and golden hair.

She greeted Marjorie as a companion and fellow-worker, and Midge
resolved to do her best to please the lovely lady. Somehow there seemed
to be a great deal to do. As the afternoon wore on the M booth had a
great many customers, and Miss Merington was kept so busy that Marjorie
had to be on the alert to assist her. She made change; she answered the
customers' questions; and sometimes she had to go to the department of
supplies for wrapping paper, string, and such things. She was very
happy, for Marjorie dearly loved a bustle of excitement, and the Bazaar
was a gay place.

After a time old Mr. Abercrombie came to the M booth. Marjorie hadn't
forgotten the day they rode behind his sleigh, and she wondered if he
would buy anything from her.

He looked at her quizzically through his big glasses, and said:

"Well, well, little girl, and what have you for sale? Old gentlemen like
myself are fond of sweet things, you know. Have you any sweet cakes?"

"Yes, sir," said Marjorie, and as Miss Merington was occupied with other
customers she felt justified in trying to make a sale herself.

"Yes, sir; we have these very nice cocoanut macaroons."

"Ah, yes; and how do you know they're ni