Then each little guest came and curtsied to the receiving party, and after a few polite remarks, passed on, and was ushered to a seat by another footman.
The seats were small, gilt chairs with red cushions, arranged all round the wall, and there were about forty.
In a short time the guests were all in their places, and then the Maynards were shown to their seats.
Then the professional entertainer arrived.

She proved to be a pretty and pleasant young lady, and she wore a light blue satin gown and a pink rose in her hair.
First, she sang a song for them, and then she told a story, and then she recited a poem.
Then she asked the children what they would like to have next.

At first no one responded, and then a little girl said, "Won't you sing us another song, please.

You sing so delightfully." Marjorie looked in amazement at the child who talked in such grownup fashion.

But the entertaining lady did not seem to think it strange, and she replied, "Yes, I will sing for you with pleasure." So she sang another song, but though it was pretty music, Marjorie could not understand the words, and she began to think that the programme was rather tiresome.
The lady kept on telling stories and reciting poems, and singing, until Marjorie almost had the fidgets.