"It's hopeless," said Marjorie, as she looked around at the untidy
room.

"Not a bit of it!" declared Molly; "if I only had a decent broom
instead of this old stub! Now, I'll sweep, Mopsy, and you find
something that'll do for a duster, and we'll straighten up the
place in less than no time."

Molly was a brave little housekeeper, and though Marjorie knew
less about it, she was an apt pupil, and the whole performance
seemed great fun. In less than an hour the two girls had quite
transformed the room. Everything was clean and tidy, and Marjorie
had scampered out and picked a bunch of daisies and clover to
decorate the mantel.

"They haven't any pretty things," she said, as she scowled at the
effect of her bouquet in an old cracked jar. "I'll tell you what,
Molly, let's come back to-morrow and bring some little traps to
decorate with. I can spare a number of things out of my own room;
and Grandma will give me some, I know; and Uncle Steve will give
me some, too."

"Yes, I can bring a lot," said Molly, with enthusiasm; "let's make
this family all over. Let's make them be neat and tidy and
thrifty."

"Do you suppose we can?" said Marjorie, doubtfully.

"Well, we can try," said Molly. "Now let's call them in, and then