readiness for their departure. Marjorie herself, in a spick-and-
span pink gingham dress, a tan-colored travelling cloak, and a
broad-brimmed white straw hat, stood in the hall saying good-bye
to the other children. She carried Puff in her arm, and the
sleepy, indifferent kitten cared little whither she was going.

"Be sure," Kingdon was saying, "to plant the seeds I gave you in a
sunny place, for if you don't they won't grow right."

"What are the seeds?" asked Marjorie.

"Never mind that," said her brother; "you just plant them in a
warm, sunny bed, in good, rich soil, and then you wait and see
what comes up. It's a surprise."

"All right, I'll do that, and I suppose Grandma will give me a lot
of seeds besides; we always have gardens, you know."

"Be sure to write to me," said Kitty, "about Molly Moss. She's the
one that lives in the next house but one to Grandma's. You've
never seen her, but I saw her two years ago, and she's an awfully
nice girl. You'll like her, I know."

"And what shall I remember to do for you, Rosy Posy?" asked
Marjorie, as she kissed the baby good-bye.

"Don't know," responded the little one; "I've never been to
Gamma's. Is they piggy-wigs there?"

"No," said Marjorie, laughing; "no piggy-wigs, but some nice