Stella sat still in her chair, while Marjorie braced herself up on
her pillows, and Molly, who was sitting on the bed, bounced up and
down with glee.

Marjorie was getting much better now, so that she could sit
upright and preside over the feast. She served the strawberries
for her guests, and poured milk for them from the glass pitcher.

Molly and Marjorie enjoyed the good things, as they always enjoyed
everything, but Stella seemed indifferent even to the delights of
strawberries and cream.

She sat holding a plate in one hand, and a glass of milk in the
other, and showed about as much animation as a marble statue. Even
her glance was roving out of the window, and somehow the whole
effect of the child was too much for Marjorie's spirit of
mischief.

Suddenly, and in a loud voice, she said to Stella, "BOO!"

This, in itself, was not frightful, but coming so unexpectedly it
startled Stella, and she involuntarily jumped, and her glass and
plate fell to the floor with a crash; and strawberries, cakes, and
milk fell in a scattered and somewhat unpleasant disarray.

Marjorie was horrified at what she had done, but Stella's face, as
she viewed the catastrophe, was so comical that Marjorie went off
into peals of laughter. Molly joined in this, and the two girls
laughed until the bed shook.