"If grandmas are so nice, it does seem as if I ought to have one," she
said to herself, "'specially as some little girls have two!" Marjorie
sat down on the steps and with heavy heart thought over the situation.

At last a plan suggested itself and she sprang to her feet.

"When Aunt Mary didn't have any little girl and wanted one; she went to
an orphan asylum and adopted one. Why can't I adopt a grandma?" Marjorie
asked herself excitedly. "I never heard of an asylum of grandmas, but
that doesn't matter! I want only one, and surely somewhere there must be
one for me."

The child looked across the street. The family in the third house were
strangers who had moved in a few days before. Marjorie was playing in
the yard when they came, and she remembered seeing an old lady go into
the house. There weren't any children over there, she knew, for she had
watched eagerly for some to appear, but none had. Maybe she could get
this old lady to be her grandma.

The little girl rushed across the street and rang the door bell. Then
her heart began a loud beating. S'pose the old lady shouldn't want to be
adopted and should act cross? The child had half a minute to run away
before anyone came to the door. But that would be cowardly and Marjorie
detested a coward, so she decided to stand her ground.

At last the door opened, and Marjorie looked up eagerly, into the face
of a kind grandmotherly looking old lady standing there.

"Good-morning!" The old lady smiled invitingly at the child, who stood
there with flushed cheeks and happy brown eyes. "Did you want something