I _am_ rather a naughty little girl; but you see I was born just chock-full of mischief, and I can't seem to get over it." "You are full of mischief, Marjorie, but I think you will outgrow it.
Why, if you lived with me, I believe you'd turn my hair white in a single night." "That would be a pity, Grandma," and Marjorie smiled at the carefully waved brown locks which crowned her grandma's forehead.
"Now I'm going down to dinner, Marjorie,--we have guests coming.

But if you like, you may amuse yourself for a little while looking round this room.

In that treasure cabinet are many pretty curios, and I know I can trust you to be careful of my things." "Thank you, Grandma; I will look about here for a little while, and indeed I will be careful not to harm anything." So Grandma's satin gown rustled daintily down the stairs, and Marjorie was left alone in her beautifully appointed bedroom.
She opened the treasure cabinet, and spent a pleasant half hour looking over the pretty things it contained.

She was a careful child, and touched the things daintily, putting each back in its right place after she examined it.
Then she locked the glass doors of the cabinet, and walked leisurely about the room, looking at the pretty furnishings.

The dainty toilet table interested her especialty, and she admired its various appointments, some of which she did not even know the use of.