then return, leaving Marjorie in the country for three months.

"I wonder how Puffy will like it," she said, as she picked up the
kitten, and looked into its blue eyes.

"She'll be all right," said Kingdon, "if she doesn't fight with
Grandma's cats. There were about a dozen there last year, and they
may object to Puff's style of hair-dressing. Perhaps we'd better
cut her hair before she starts."

"No, indeed!" cried Marjorie, "not a hair shall be touched, unless
you'd like a lock to keep to remember her while she's gone."

"No, thank you," said King, loftily; "I don't carry bits of cat
around in my pockets."

"I'd like a lock," said Kitty; "I'd tie it with a little blue
ribbon, and keep it for a forget-me-not. And I'll give you a
little curl of Arabella's, and you can keep that to remember her
by."

"All right," said Marjorie; "and I'll take a lock of Boffin Bear's
hair too. Then I'll have a memento of all the family, because I
have pictures of all of you, you know."

With the Maynards to suggest was to act. So the four scrambled out
of the swing, and ran to the house.

The Maynard house was a large square affair, with verandas all
around. Not pretentious, but homelike and comfortable, and largely