"Well, I just rather guess I AM sorry! I'm two sorries. One,
because I disobeyed Grandma and tracked up her Front Stairs; and
another, because I've had this terrible, dreadful punishment."

Uncle Steve looked at his niece a little gravely. "Which are you
more sorry for, Marjorie," he asked: "because you did wrong or
because you were punished?"

Marjorie considered. "About equal, I think. No, I'm more sorry I
did wrong, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't have had the
punishment; and, besides, it hurt Grandma's feelings."

"Which did?"

"Why, my running up the stairs! Of course, the punishment didn't
hurt her," and Marjorie laughed merrily at the idea.

"I think it hurt her more than it did you," said Uncle Steve, but
Marjorie only stared, open-eyed, at this nonsense.

"Well, anyway, it's all over now; so bundle your belongings back
where they belong and get yourself ready for a drive."

Marjorie flew to obey, but meeting Grandma in the hall, she
dropped her dressful of books and toys, and flung herself into
Mrs. Sherwood's waiting arms.

"Oh, Grandma!" she cried. "I AM so sorry I slam-banged upstairs,
and I'll never do it again, and I had a perfectly awful, DREADFUL
time, but of course you had to punish me for your own good,--I