"As soon as you get away from Grandma Maynard's house you'll yell like a wild Indian." "I expect I will," agreed King.

"Come on, let's play Indians now." "Nope," said Marjorie; "we'd get too noisy, and make mischief.

I'm going to bed; I'm awfully tired." "So'm I," said Kitty.

"Parties like that are enough to wear anybody out!" They all went downstairs to their bedrooms, but as Marjorie passed the door of her grandmother's room, she paused and looked in.
"May I come in, Grandma ?" she said.

"I do love to see you in your beautiful clothes.