the wall. The fourth side was almost empty, and Marjorie knew at
once that it was left so in order that she might have a place for
such treasured belongings as she had brought with her.

"Well!" she exclaimed, although there was no one there to hear
her. "Well, if this isn't the best ever!" She stood in the middle
of the room, and turned slowly round and round, taking in by
degrees the furnishings and adornment. All of the furniture was
new, and the brass bed and dainty dressing-table seemed to
Marjorie quite fit for any princess.

"Well!" she exclaimed again, and as she turned around this time
she saw the older people watching her from the hall.

"Oh, Grandma Sherwood!" she cried, and running to the old lady,
proceeded to hug her in a way that was more affectionate than
comfortable.

"Do you like it?" asked Grandma, when she could catch her breath.

"Like it! It's the most beautiful, loveliest, sweetest room in the
whole world! I love it! Did you do it all for me, Grandma?"

"Yes, Midget; that is, I fixed up the room, but for the shelf you
must thank Uncle Steve. That is his idea entirely, and he
superintended its putting up. You're to use it this year, and next
year Kitty can have her dolls and toys on it, and then the year
after, King can use it for his fishing-tackle and boyish traps.
Though I suppose by that time Rosamond will be old enough to take
her turn."