Marjorie eagerly untied the wrappings of her father's gift, and
found a little snapshot camera.

"Indeed I can learn to use it," she cried; "I took some pictures
once with a camera that belonged to one of the girls at school,
and they were all right. Thank you heaps and heaps, father dear;
I'll send you pictures of everything on the place; from Grandma
herself down to the littlest, weeniest, yellow chicken."

"Next year it will be my turn to go," said Kitty; "I hope I'll get
as lovely presents as Mopsy has."

"You will," said Kingdon; "because last year mine were just as
good, and so, of course, yours will be."

"I'm sure they will," said Kitty.




CHAPTER II

THE TRIP TO HASLEMERE


The next morning all was bustle and excitement.

Mr. Maynard stayed at home from business to escort the travellers
to the train. The trunks were packed, and everything was in