"Do you mean to say, Marjorie, that you powdered my hair?
How did you do it?
Oh, child, if you are telling me the truth, if it is really only powder, I shall be so relieved that I will make you a handsome present!" This was a new turn of affairs, indeed! Marjorie had had misgivings as to the results of her practical joke, but it had seemed to her merely a harmless jest, and she had hoped that it might be taken lightly.

But when Grandma expressed such consternation at her whitened hair, Marjorie had been shaking in her shoes, lest she should be punished, rather than laughed at for her trick.

And now to be offered a beautiful present was astonishing, truly! The ways of grownups were surely not to be counted upon! With lightened spirits, then, and with sparkling eyes, Marjorie completed her confession.

"Yes," she went on, "after you said last night that you b'lieved us children could turn your hair white in a single night, I thought I'd make believe we did.

So,--and you know, Grandma, you told me I could stay around in your room for a while, and look at your pretty things,--so, when I saw that queer sort of a powder-shaker I couldn't help playing with it.