"I'm awful sorry," the little visitor began, "that I made you
slide down the roof."

"You didn't make me do it," said Marjorie, "it was my fault quite
as much as yours; and, anyway, it isn't a very bad sprain. I'll be
out again in a few days, and then we can play some more. But we'll
keep down on the ground,--we can't fall off of that."

"I thought you might like to play some games this morning," Molly
suggested, "so I brought over my jackstraws and my Parcheesi
board."

"Splendid!" cried Marjorie, delighted to have new entertainment.

In a few moments Molly had whisked things about, and arranged the
jackstraws on a small table near the bed. But Marjorie could not
reach them very well, so Molly changed her plan.

"I'll fix it," she said, and laying the Parcheesi board on the
bed, she climbed up herself, and sitting cross-legged like a
little Turk, she tossed the jackstraws out on the flat board, and
the game began in earnest.

They had a jolly time and followed the jackstraws with a game of
Parcheesi.

Then Jane came up with some freshly baked cookies and two glasses
of milk.

"Why, how the time has flown!" cried Marjorie, "it's half-past