her father. "It's part of the performance."

He engaged three rolling chairs, and as each chair held two people, he
said, "How shall we divide up?"

"I'll take Mehitabel," said Cousin Jack, "and Hezekiah can go with my
wife. Then you two elder Maynards can use the third. How's that?"

This arrangement was satisfactory and they started off, a strong man
pushing each chair.

"Don't you think this is fun, Cousin Jack?" asked Marjorie, as she
watched the crowds and the lights, and Old Ocean rolling big black waves
up on the shore.

"Yes, Mehitabel, I think it's gay. There's a certain something at this
place that you never see anywhere else."

"Yes, it's quite different from Seacote, isn't it? Everybody here seems
to be in a hurry."

"That's only because it's such a big and lively crowd. Here we are at
the pier. I think we'd better go in and hear the music."

So they dismissed the chairmen, and went far down the long pier to
listen to a concert.

A children's dance was being held, and Marjorie sat down, enraptured at
the sight.

Lots of boys and girls about her own age, in fancy costumes, were
dancing and pirouetting in time with the fine music. One little girl,
especially, Marjorie admired. She was a pretty child, in a white frock
and blue sash, and she wore a wreath of small rosebuds on her curly,
flaxen hair. She seemed to be the best of all the dancers, and twice she
danced alone, doing marvellous fancy steps and receiving great applause
from the audience.

"Isn't she lovely!" exclaimed Midget. "I wish I could dance like that."

"You never can, Mopsy," said King. "You're too heavy. That girl is a
featherweight."

"She looks nice," said Midget. "I'd like to know her."

And then, as it was nearing nine o'clock, they left the dancing
pavilion, and made their way back to their hotel.

Marjorie kept close to her parents, for the crowd seemed to grow denser
all the time, and if she lost sight of her people, she feared she'd be
swept away from them forever.

They were staying at Madden Hall, and as they reached it, there, too,
music was being played, and some people were dancing in the big
ballroom. But there were no children about, so Midget trotted off to bed
cheerfully, with lots of pleasant anticipations for the morrow.

At breakfast, next morning, she was looking around the dining room,
when she spied the same little girl who had danced so prettily the night
before.

"Oh, Mother," she exclaimed, "th