a lot from her."

She loosed her hold on Patience. The baby trundled along the sand to
meet the little girl in an immaculate white sailor suit, who approached
pushing a doll buggy large enough to hold Patience. She ran to meet
the baby and kissed her, then allowed her to help push the doll
carriage.

"Mardy tum! Mardy tum!" chanted Patience.

Margery's black hair was in a long braid, tied with a wide white
ribbon. Margery's hands were clean and so were her white stockings and
shoes. She brought the doll's carriage to pause before Lydia and Kent
and gazed at them appraisingly out of bright black eyes--beautiful
eyes, large and heavily lashed. Kent's face was dirty and sweat
streaked. His red bathing suit was gray with sand and green with grass
stain. On his head he wore his favorite headgear, a disreputable white
cotton cap with the words "Goldenrod Flour Mills" across the front.

"Well," he said belligerently, to Margery, "do you see anything green?"

Margery shrugged her shoulders. "Watcha playing?"

"Nothing! Want to play it?" replied Lydia.

"Thanks," answered Margery. "I'll watch you two while I sit with the
baby. Isn't she just ducky in that bathing suit?"

Lydia melted visibly and showed a flash of white teeth. "You bet!
How's Gwendolyn?" nodding toward the great bisque doll seated in the