"No, Midge; and Molly has behaved very nicely about it. She came over here, and confessed that she had been the ringleader in the mischief, and said she was sorry for it. So you were both to blame, but I think it has taught you a lesson, and I don"t believe you"ll ever cut up that particular trick again. But you certainly needn"t be punished for it, for I think the consequences of having to stay in bed for nearly a week will be punishment enough. So now we"re through with that part of the subject, and I"m going to do all I can to make your imprisonment as easy for you as possible."
It was in the early morning that this conversation had taken place, and Grandma had brought a basin of fresh, cool water and bathed the little girl"s face and hands, and had brushed out her curls and tied them up with a pretty pink bow.
Then Jane came with a dainty tray, containing just the things Marjorie liked best for breakfast, and adorned with a spray of fresh roses.
Grandma drew a table to the bedside and piled pillows behind Marjorie"s back until she was quite comfortable.
"I feel like a queen, Grandma," she said; "if this is what you call punishment I don"t mind it a bit."
"That"s all very well for one day, but wait until you have been here four or five days. You"ll get tired of playing queen by that time."
"Well, it"s fun now, anyway," said Marjorie, as she ate strawberries and cream with great relish.
After breakfast Jane tidied up the room, and Marjorie, arrayed in a little pink kimono, prepared to spend the day in bed. Grandma brought her books to read and writing materials to write letters home, and Marjorie a.s.sured her that she could occupy herself pleasantly.
So Grandma went away and left her alone. The first thing Marjorie did was to write a letter to her mother, telling her all about the accident. She had thought she would write a letter to each of the children at home, but she discovered to her surprise that it wasn"t very easy to write sitting up in bed. Her arms became cramped, and as she could not move her injured ankle her whole body grew stiff and uncomfortable. So she decided to read. After she had read what seemed a long time, she found that that, too, was difficult under the circ.u.mstances. With a little sigh she turned herself as well as she could and looked at the clock. To her amazement, only an hour had elapsed since Grandma left her, and for the first time the little girl realized what it meant to be deprived of the free use of her limbs.
"Only ten o"clock," she thought to herself; "and dinner isn"t until one!"
Not that Marjorie was hungry, but like all the invalids she looked forward to meal-times as a pleasant diversion.
But about this time Grandma reappeared to say that Molly had come over to see her.
Marjorie was delighted, and welcomed Molly gladly.
"I"m awful sorry," the little visitor began, "that I made you slide down the roof."
"You didn"t make me do it," said Marjorie, "it was my fault quite as much as yours; and, anyway, it isn"t a very bad sprain. I"ll be out again in a few days, and then we can play some more. But we"ll keep down on the ground,--we can"t fall off of that."
"I thought you might like to play some games this morning," Molly suggested, "so I brought over my jackstraws and my Parcheesi board."
"Splendid!" cried Marjorie, delighted to have new entertainment.
In a few moments Molly had whisked things about, and arranged the jackstraws on a small table near the bed. But Marjorie could not reach them very well, so Molly changed her plan.
"I"ll fix it," she said, and laying the Parcheesi board on the bed, she climbed up herself, and sitting cross-legged like a little Turk, she tossed the jackstraws out on the flat board, and the game began in earnest.
They had a jolly time and followed the jackstraws with a game of Parcheesi.
Then Jane came up with some freshly baked cookies and two gla.s.ses of milk.
"Why, how the time has flown!" cried Marjorie, "it"s half-past eleven, and it doesn"t seem as if you"d been here more than five minutes, Molly."
"I didn"t think it was so late, either," and then the two girls did full justice to the little luncheon, while the all-useful Parcheesi board served as a table.
"Now," said Marjorie, when the last crumbs had disappeared, "let"s mix up the two games. The jackstraws will be people, and your family can live in that corner of the Parcheesi board, and mine will live in this.
The other two corners will be strangers" houses, and the red counters can live in one and the blue counters in the other. This place in the middle will be a park, and these dice can be deer in the park."
"Oh, what fun!" cried Molly, who was not as ingenious as Marjorie at making up games, but who was appreciative enough to enter into the spirit of it at once.
They became so absorbed in this new sort of play that again the time flew and it was dinner-time before they knew it.
Grandma did not invite Molly to stay to dinner, for she thought Marjorie ought to rest, but she asked the little neighbor to come again the next morning and continue their game.
After dinner Grandma darkened the room and left Marjorie to rest by herself, and the result of this was a long and refreshing nap.
When she awoke, Grandma appeared again with fresh water and towels, and her afternoon toilet was made. Marjorie laughed to think that dressing for afternoon meant only putting on a different kimono, for dresses were not to be thought of with a sprained ankle.
And then Uncle Steve came in.
Uncle Steve was always like a ray of sunshine, but he seemed especially bright and cheery just now.
"Well, Midget Mops," he said, "you have cut up a pretty trick, haven"t you? Here, just as I wanted to take you driving, and walking in the woods, and boating, and fishing, and perhaps ballooning, and airshipping, and maybe skating, here you go and get yourself laid up so you can"t do anything but eat and sleep! You"re a nice Midget, you are!
What"s the use of having an Uncle Steve if you can"t play with him?"
"Just you wait," cried Marjorie; "I"m not going to be in bed more than a few days, and I"m going to stay here all summer. There"ll be plenty of time for your fishing and skating yet."
"But unless I get you pretty soon, I"ll pine away with grief. And everybody out on the farm is lonesome for you. The horses, Ned and d.i.c.k, had made up their minds to take you on long drives along the mountain roads where the wild flowers bloom. They can"t understand why you don"t come out, and they stand in their stalls weeping, with great tears rolling down their cheeks."
Marjorie laughed gayly at Uncle Steve"s foolery, and said: "If they"re weeping so you"d better take them some of my pocket handkerchiefs."
"Too small," said Uncle Steve, scornfully; "one of your little handkerchiefs would get lost in d.i.c.k"s eye or Ned"s ear. And old Betsy is weeping for you too. Really, you"ll have to get around soon, or those three horses will run away, I fear."
"What about the cow; does she miss me?" asked Marjorie, gravely, though her eyes were twinkling.
"The cow!" exclaimed Uncle Steve. "She stands by the fence with her head on the top rail, and moos so loud that I should think you could hear her yourself. She calls "Mopsy, Mopsy, Moo," from morning till night. And the chickens! Well, the incubator is full of desolate chickens. They won"t eat their meal, and they just peep mournfully, and stretch their little wings trying to fly to you."
"And the dogs?" prompted Marjorie.
"Oh, the dogs--they howl and yowl and growl all the time. I think I"ll have to bring the whole crowd of animals up here. They"re so anxious to see you."
"Do, Uncle Steve. I"d be glad to see them, and I"m sure they"d behave nicely."
"I think so. The cow could sit in that little rocking-chair, and the three horses could sit on the couch, side by side. And then we could all have afternoon tea."
Marjorie shook with laughter at the thought of the cow sitting up and drinking afternoon tea, until Uncle Steve declared that if she laughed so hard she"d sprain her other ankle. So he said he would read to her, and selecting a book of fairy tales, he read aloud all the rest of the afternoon. It was delightful to hear Uncle Steve read, for he would stop now and then to discuss the story, or he would put in some funny little jokes of his own, and he made it all so amusing and entertaining that the afternoon flew by as if on wings.
Then Jane came again with the pretty tray of supper, and after that Grandma and Marjorie had a nice little twilight talk, and then the little girl was tucked up for the night, and soon fell asleep.
When she woke the next morning and lay quietly in bed thinking over of the events of the day before, she came to the conclusion that everybody had been very kind to her, but that she couldn"t expect so much attention every day. So she made up her mind that when she had to spend hours alone, she would try to be good and patient and not trouble Grandma more than she could help.
Then she thought of the written list her mother had given her. She smiled to think how easy it was now to keep those commands. "Of course," she thought, "I can keep my hands clean and my hair tidy here, for Grandma looks after that herself; and, of course, I can"t help obeying her while I"m here, for she doesn"t command me to do anything, and I couldn"t do it if she did."
Molly came again that morning, and as Grandma had asked her to stay to dinner with Marjorie, the girls prepared for a good morning"s play.
It was astonishing how many lovely things there were to play, even when one of the players couldn"t move about.
Molly had brought over her paper-doll"s house, and as it was quite different from anything Marjorie had ever seen before, she wondered if she couldn"t make one for herself, and so double the fun of the game.