"
The child looked across the street. The family in the third house were
strangers who had moved in a few days before. Marjorie was playing in
the yard when they came, and she remembered seeing an old lady go into
the house. There weren't any children over there, she knew, for she had
watched eagerly for some to appear, but none had. Maybe she could get
this old lady to be her grandma.
The little girl rushed across the street and rang the door bell. Then
her heart began a loud beating. S'pose the old lady shouldn't want to be
adopted and should act cross? The child had half a minute to run away
before anyone came to the door. But that would be cowardly and Marjorie
detested a coward, so she decided to stand her ground.
At last the door opened, and Marjorie looked up eagerly, into the face
of a kind grandmotherly looking old lady standing there.
"Good-morning!" The old lady smiled invitingly at the child, who stood
there with flushed cheeks and happy brown eyes. "Did you want something
of me, dear?"
"Yes'm," replied Marjorie, catching her breath, "I want to adopt you!"
"To adopt me! Why, dear child, what do you mean?"
"I want to adopt you for my grandma.
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