over here, and confessed that she had been the ringleader in the
mischief, and said she was sorry for it. So you were both to
blame, but I think it has taught you a lesson, and I don't believe
you'll ever cut up that particular trick again. But you certainly
needn't be punished for it, for I think the consequences of having
to stay in bed for nearly a week will be punishment enough. So now
we're through with that part of the subject, and I'm going to do
all I can to make your imprisonment as easy for you as possible."

It was in the early morning that this conversation had taken
place, and Grandma had brought a basin of fresh, cool water and
bathed the little girl's face and hands, and had brushed out her
curls and tied them up with a pretty pink bow.

Then Jane came with a dainty tray, containing just the things
Marjorie liked best for breakfast, and adorned with a spray of
fresh roses. Grandma drew a table to the bedside and piled pillows
behind Marjorie's back until she was quite comfortable.

"I feel like a queen, Grandma," she said; "if this is what you
call punishment I don't mind it a bit."

"That's all very well for one day, but wait until you have been
here four or five days. You'll get tired of playing queen by that
time."

"Well, it's fun now, anyway," said Marjorie, as she ate
strawberries and cream with great relish.

After breakfast Jane tidied up the room, and Marjorie, arrayed in