But Grandma was not willing to let Marjorie work steadily at this
occupation all day, and after dinner Molly was sent home, and the
paper dolls put away until the next day.

"But I'm not ill, Grandma," said Marjorie; "just having a sprained
ankle doesn't make me a really, truly invalid."

"No, but you must rest, or you will get ill. Fever may set in, and
if you get over-excited with your play, and have no exercise, you
may be in bed longer than you think for. Besides, I think I
remember having heard something about implicit obedience, and so I
expect it now as well as when you're up on your two feet."

"I don't think I can help obeying," said Marjorie, roguishly, "for
I can't very well do anything else. But I suppose you mean obey
without fretting; so I will, for you are a dear, good Grandma and
awfully kind to me."

With a parting pat on her shoulder, Grandma left the little girl
for her afternoon nap, and Marjorie would have been surprised at
herself had she known how quickly she fell asleep.

Uncle Steve made it a habit to entertain her during the later
hours of each afternoon, and, although they were already great
chums, his gayety and kindness made Marjorie more than ever
devoted to her uncle.

This afternoon he came in with a handful of letters.