variety. She was perhaps sixty years old, and seemed quite as
energetic and enthusiastic as her daughter, if perhaps not quite
so much so as her granddaughter.

Marjorie sprang out of the carriage, and flew like a young
whirlwind to her grandmother's arms, which were open to receive
her.

"My dear child, how you have grown!"

"I knew you'd say that, Grandma," said Marjorie, laughing merrily,
"and, indeed, I have grown since I was here last. Just think, that
was three years ago! I'm almost twelve years old now."

"Well, you are a great girl; run in the house, and lay off your
things, while I speak to your mother."

Marjorie danced into the house, flung her coat and gloves on the
hall rack, and still holding her kitten, went on through to the
kitchen, in search of Eliza the cook.

"The saints presarve us!" cried Eliza. "An' is it yersilf, Miss
Midget! Why, ye're as big as a tellygraft pole, so ye are!"

"I know I am, Eliza, but you're just the same as ever; and just
look at the kitten I have brought! Have you any here now?"

"Cats, is it? Indade we have, then! I'm thinkin' there do be a
hundred dozen of thim; they're undher me feet continual! But what
kind of a baste is thot ye have there? I niver saw such a woolly