ite to Kitty, I'll ask her if she hasn't
some things we could put in it. She and Uncle Steve are always making up
poetry and stories."

"Good idea, Mops! Tell her to be _sure_ to send me a lot of stuff, first
thing she does!"

"Well, I will;" and Marjorie set to work at her letter.

It was finished by dinner time, for Marjorie's letters to her sister
were not marked by any undue precision of style or penmanship, and as
Marjorie laid it on the hall table to be mailed, she told King that she
had given Kitty his message.

"Father," said Midget, at dinner, that night, "what day did Cousin Jack
say was Pocahontas' birthday?"

"I don't remember, my dear; but I'm quite sure he doesn't really know,
nor any one else. I fancy he made up that date."

"Well, do you know of anybody, anybody nice and celebrated, whose
birthday comes about now?"

"The latter part of July? No, Midget, I don't. Why?"

"Oh, 'cause I think it would be nice to have a celebration, and you
can't celebrate without a hero."

"Do you call Pocahontas a hero?" asked King, quizzically.

"Well, she's a heroine,--it's all the same. When do you s'pose her
birthday was, Father?"

"I've no idea, Midget; and Cousin Jack hasn't, either. But if you want
to celebrate her, you can choose any day. You see, it isn't like a
birthday that's celebrated every year, Washington's, Lincoln's, or
yours. If you're just going to celebrate once, you can take one day as
well as another."

"Oh, can I, Father? Then, we'll have it next week. I'll choose August
first,--that's a nice day."

"What's it all about, Midge?" asked King.

"Oh, nothing; only I took a notion for a celebration. We had such good
times on Fourth of July and on my birthday, I want another birthday."

"I think it's a good idea to choose some uncelebrated person like
Pocahontas," said Mrs. Maynard; "for if you don't celebrate her I doubt
if anybody ever will."

"And you see we can have it all sort of Indian," went on Midget. "You
know we've a good many Indian baskets and beads and things,--and,
Father, couldn't you build us a wigwam?"

"Oh, yes, a whole reservation, if you like."

"No, just one wigwam. And we'll only have the Sand Club. I don't mean to
have a party."

"All right, I'm in for it," declared King, and right after dinner, the
two set to work making plans for the celebration.

"Cousin Jack will help, I know," said Marjorie; "remember how he played
Indians with us, up in Cambridge, last