But not every day did the girls spend in "Breezy Inn." Sometimes
they roamed in the woods, or went rowing on the river, and
sometimes they visited at each other's houses.

One pleasant afternoon in late July, Marjorie asked Grandma if she
mightn't go to spend the afternoon at Stella's.

Mrs. Sherwood liked to have her go to Stella's, as the influence
of the quiet little girl helped to subdue Marjorie's more
excitable disposition, and about three o'clock Marjorie started
off.

Grandma Sherwood looked after the child, as she walked away, with
admiring eyes. Marjorie wore a dainty frock of white dimity,
scattered with tiny pink flowers. A pink sash and hair-ribbons
were fresh and crisply tied, and she carried the pretty parasol
Stella had given her on her birthday.

With Marjorie, to be freshly dressed always made her walk
decorously, and Grandma smiled as she saw the little girl pick her
way daintily down the walk to the front gate, and along the road
to Stella's, which, though only next door, was several hundred
yards away.

As Marjorie passed out of sight, Grandma sighed a little to think
how quickly the summer was flying by, for she dearly loved to have
her grandchildren with her, and though, perhaps, not to be called
favorite, yet Marjorie was the oldest and possessed a very big
share of her grandmother's affection.