you."

"Do, Grandma," said Marjorie, cheerfully; "perhaps that will make
me stop it. For honest and true I just resolve I won't do it, and
then before I know it I'm just like Jack and the Beanstalk, 'a-
hitchet, a-hatchet, a-up I go!' and, though I don't mean to, there
I am!"

Grandma felt like smiling at Marjorie's naive confession, but she
said very seriously: "That's the trouble, dearie, you DO forget
and you must be made to remember. I hope it won't be necessary,
but if it is, you'll have to be punished."

"What will the punishment be, Grandma?" asked Marjorie, with great
interest. She was hanging around Mrs. Sherwood's neck and patting
her face as she talked. There was great affection between these
two, and though Marjorie was surprised at the new firmness her
grandmother was showing, she felt no resentment, but considerable
curiosity.

"Never mind; perhaps you'll never deserve punishment and then you
will never know what it would have been. Indeed, I'm not sure
myself, but if you don't keep off those Front Stairs we'll both of
us find out in short order."

Grandma was smiling, but Marjorie knew from her determined tone
that she was very much in earnest.

For several days after that Marjorie kept carefully away from the
Front Stairs, except when she was wearing her dainty house