I'm sorry the child is so upset because I jokingly agreed to the plan, but she'll get over it in a few minutes, with her mother's help.

And as you must know, Mother, we appreciate how fine it would be for Marjorie to live here, and be the petted darling of you two dear people, but you must also know that it is just as much out of the question for us to give you one of our children as it would be to give you the whole four!" "That's a gift I wouldn't care for," said Grandma Maynard, smiling at the other three; "but I have taken a great fancy to Marjorie, and I know I could make her love me." At this moment Marjorie and her mother returned, both with smiling, happy faces.

Marjorie heard her grandmother's last words, and running to her, she threw her arms around the old lady's neck.
"I do love you, Grandma," she cried, "but of course you must know that I couldn't leave my own Maynards.

Why, we're the 'votedest family you ever did see! We couldn't spare any one of each other! And, Grandma, when you were a little girl twelve years old, you wouldn't have gone away from your father and mother to live, would you ?" "No, Marjorie, I don't suppose I would," admitted Grandma Maynard, patting the little girl's cheek; "but perhaps when you're older, dear, you may change your mind about this." Marjorie looked thoughtful a moment, and then she said, "Grandma, I don't truly think I will, but if I _should_ I'll let you know." "I hadn't an idea the child would come to live with us," said Grandpa Maynard, "but how's this for a suggestion?
Let her come to visit us for a time every year.

I believe she makes long visits to her other grandmother." Marjorie smiled involuntarily at the thought of the difference between the homes of the two grandmothers, but she said nothing, knowing from what her mother had told her that she would not be sent away from home unless she chose.
"Oh, Midget doesn't visit Grandma Sherwood every year," said Marjorie's father.