"Then you shall have it, dear. Hang it where you can see it often,
and when you look, remember that it is the sunny side of home, and
help to keep it so."
Marjorie had nothing but a kiss to offer by way of thanks, as the
lovely sketch was put into her hand; but the giver seemed quite
satisfied, for it was a very grateful little kiss. Then the child
took up her basket and went away, not dancing and singing now, but
slowly and silently; for this gift made her thoughtful as well as
glad. As she climbed the wall, she looked back to nod good-by to the
pretty lady; but the meadow was empty, and all she saw was the grass
blowing in the wind.
"Now, deary, run out and play, for birthdays come but once a year,
and we must make them as merry as we can," said granny, as she
settled herself for her afternoon nap, when the Saturday cleaning
was all done, and the little house as neat as wax.
So Marjorie put on a white apron in honor of the occasion, and,
taking Kitty in her arms, went out to enjoy herself. Three swings on
the gate seemed to be a good way of beginning the festivities; but
she only got two, for when the gate creaked back the second time, it
stayed shut, and Marjorie hung over the pickets, arrested by the
sound of music.
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