I'm sure it will be a very nice party." "I'm sure of it, too," said Marjorie, "and I think it was awfully good of her, as we're to be here such a short time." "Well, she needn't have said I was impertinent, when I wasn't," said Kitty, who still felt aggrieved at the recollection.
"Oh, never mind that, Kit," said good-natured Marjorie.

"As long as you didn't mean to be, it doesn't really matter." When the supper was over, Rosamond was sent to bed, and the other three were allowed to sit in the library for an hour.

The ladies were dressing for dinner, but Grandpa Maynard came in and talked to them for a while.
At first they were all very grave and formal, but by a lucky chance, King hit upon a subject that recalled Grandpa's boyish days, and the old gentleman chuckled at the recollection.
"Tell us something about when you were a boy," said Marjorie.

"I do believe, Grandpa, you were fond of mischief!" "I was!" and Grandpa Maynard smiled genially.

"I believe I got into more scrapes than any boy in school!" "Then that's where we inherited it," said Marjorie.