a little pink kimono, prepared to spend the day in bed. Grandma
brought her books to read and writing materials to write letters
home, and Marjorie assured her that she could occupy herself
pleasantly.

So Grandma went away and left her alone. The first thing Marjorie
did was to write a letter to her mother, telling her all about the
accident. She had thought she would write a letter to each of the
children at home, but she discovered to her surprise that it
wasn't very easy to write sitting up in bed. Her arms became
cramped, and as she could not move her injured ankle her whole
body grew stiff and uncomfortable. So she decided to read. After
she had read what seemed a long time, she found that that, too,
was difficult under the circumstances. With a little sigh she
turned herself as well as she could and looked at the clock. To
her amazement, only an hour had elapsed since Grandma left her,
and for the first time the little girl realized what it meant to
be deprived of the free use of her limbs.

"Only ten o'clock," she thought to herself; "and dinner isn't
until one!"

Not that Marjorie was hungry, but like all the invalids she looked
forward to meal-times as a pleasant diversion.

But about this time Grandma reappeared to say that Molly had come
over to see her.

Marjorie was delighted, and welcomed Molly gladly.