She began to feel like crying, but was determined not to do
anything so foolish.

Slowly and wearily the morning dragged away, and at last, when
Marjorie had begun to feel that lassitude which comes from utter
weariness, Jane appeared with a tray of luncheon.

Marjorie brightened up at once. "Oh, Jane," she cried, "I'm SO
glad to see you! I AM so lonesome!"

"Pore lamb!" said Jane, sympathetically; "I'm thinkin' ye're purty
nigh dead, be now. But here's the foine lunch for ye. See,
darlint, here's chicken and strawberries and jelly and all the
things ye like best! Cheer up, now, and ate yer food."

"Indeed, I will! Oh, Jane, what lovely things! Fresh little cakes,
with pink icing; and gooseberry jam! But don't go away, Jane."

"I must, Miss Midget. Yer grandma towld me not to shtay wid yez."

"But I'm so lonesome," said Marjorie, who had just seemed to
realize what the main trouble was.

But Jane dared not disobey orders, and setting the tray on the
stairs, she went away, with fond backward glances at the forlorn
little figure sitting there.

However, the lonesomest human heart is bound to cheer up a little
under the influence of a specially fine feast, and as Marjorie ate