letters, and souvenirs of all sorts. Won't that be nice?"

"Uncle Steve, it will be perfectly lovely! You do have the
splendidest ideas! Will you get the book to-morrow?"

"Yes, Miss Impatience, I will."

And that night, Marjorie fell asleep while thinking of all the
lovely things she could collect to put in the book, which Uncle
Steve had told her she must call her Memory Book.




CHAPTER VI

BOO!


The days of Marjorie's imprisonment went by pleasantly enough.
Every morning Molly would come over, and they played with their
paper-doll houses. These houses continually grew in size and
beauty. Each girl added a second book, which represented grounds
and gardens. There were fountains, and flowerbeds and trees and
shrubs, which they cut from florists' catalogues; other pages were
barns and stables, and chicken-coops, all filled with most
beautiful specimens of the animals that belonged in them. There
were vegetable gardens and grape arbors and greenhouses, for Uncle
Steve had become so interested in this game that he brought the
children wonderful additions to their collections.