walked about the grounds, carrying the lighted lanterns they had
bought (at astonishing prices), and it lent a fantastic effect to
the scene to see the lanterns bobbing about among the trees and
shrubs on the lawn.

Marjorie was so sorry not to have wares to offer her would-be
customers that she ran up to her room several times, gathering up
books, pictures, or toys that she thought she could by any
possibility spare. She would fly with them down to the porch, mark
them at exorbitant prices, and in a few moments they would be sold
to the amiable and generous buyers.

It was an unusual experience for a fancy fair, as often there are
many unsold wares left to be auctioned off or sold at reduced
rates.

When it was all over and the last guests had departed, swinging
their lanterns, Marjorie, very tired but very happy, displayed a
well-filled cash-box.

"How much do you suppose?" she cried gayly to Uncle Steve.

"Fifty dollars," guessed that jovial gentleman.

"Nonsense," cried Marjorie, "you know there's more than that! But
I rather think you'll be surprised when I tell you that there's a
little over two hundred dollars!"

"Fine!" exclaimed Uncle Steve. "That will keep the Elegant Ella in
fans and sashes for some time!"