Grandma Sherwood was not entirely amused.

"What WILL you do next, Marjorie?" she cried. "Didn't you know,
child, that it is not becoming for a Maynard to go around the
streets peddling things?"

"Why not, Grandma?" asked Marjorie, to whom it had never occurred
there could be any objection to the occupation. Her only doubt had
been as to the price they ought to ask for their goods.

"I'm not sure that I can make you understand," said Grandma, "and
it isn't really necessary that you should, at present. But never
again must you go out selling things to strangers."

"But we sold things for the Dunns at the bazaar," argued Marjorie.

"You can't understand the difference, my dear, so don't try. Just
obey Grandma and don't ever undertake such a big enterprise as
that without asking me beforehand. Why, I'm ASHAMED that you
should have gone to the Clarkes' and the Fosters' and the Eliots'
on such an errand! Really, Marjorie, you ought to have known
better."

"But, Grandma, I thought you would be pleased, and it would make
you a happy surprise."

"I am surprised, but not at all pleased. However, Mopsy, it wasn't
wilful wrong on your part; it was only one of those absurd
mistakes that you seem to be continually making."