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Marjorie is a happy little girl of twelve, up to mischief, but full of goodness and sincerity. In her and her friends every girl reader will see much of her own love of fun, play and adventure. "The Maynard children have appeared in print before, and in 'Marjorie in Command' we have the delightful record of how they behaved, what they did, and what they tried to do, during the absence of their parents, who go South on a vacation trip for a period of six weeks. A certain Miss Larkin comes to take care of the very human little family. She knows little of children, and her unnatural attempts to be motherly and kind are very humorous, indeed. She proves to be an uncertain quantity - ruling one day with a rod of iron and the next becoming very lax and not ruling at all. But the children have a merry time notwithstanding, and life holds a variety of interests for them. Her mother transfers the responsibilities of hostess to Marjorie's shoulders, and the little mistress plays her part well. The story throughout is bright and entertaining." -Catholic World CONTENTS I. A Family Confab II. A Floral Welcome III. The Lady Arrives IV. The Ides of March V. Remorseful Romans VI. Letters and Cards VII. A Jinks Party VIII. Romps and Rhymes IX. Willing Helpers X. On the Way Home XI. A Friend in Need XII. The House on Spruce Street XIII. A Birthday Plan XIV. Henderson Palace XV. A Fine Celebration XVI. Window Boxes XVII. Delightful Anticipations XVIII. The Arbor Day Festival XIX. The Contest XX. A Spring Ramble

“WELL,” said Marjorie, “I think it’s too perfectly, awfully, horribly dreadful for anything in all this world!” “I do, too,” agreed King. “It’s a calamity, and a catastrophe and a cat,—a cata— cataclysm!” “Of course it is,” said Kitty, who was philosophical. “But as it’s all settled, and we’ve got to live through it, we may as well make the best of it.” “The best of it!” grumbled King; “there isn’t any best! It’s all outrageously horrid, and that’s all there is about it! I don’t see how we can stand it.” “S’pose we say we just won’t stand it,” suggested Marjorie; “do you think they’d stay home?” “No, indeedy!” declared King. “You know as well as I do, the tickets are bought, and everything is arranged for.” “Even us,” said Kitty, sadly. “Yes; even us,” repeated her brother. “And how are we arranged for? Left in charge of Larkin! Old Loony Larkin!” “Hush, King, that’s disrespectful,” said Marjorie, laughing in spite of herself. “Well, she is old; and she is Larkin; and I think she’s loony!” “But you mustn’t say so, if you do,” persisted Marjorie. “Indeed you mustn’t,” said Mrs. Maynard, coming into the living room where the three children were holding an indignation meeting. “I’m ashamed of you, King!”

“WELL,” said Marjorie, “I think it’s too perfectly, awfully, horribly dreadful for anything in all this world!” “I do, too,” agreed King. “It’s a calamity, and a catastrophe and a cat,—a cata— cataclysm!” “Of course it is,” said Kitty, who was philosophical. “But as it’s all settled, and we’ve got to live through it, we may as well make the best of it.” “The best of it!” grumbled King; “there isn’t any best! It’s all outrageously horrid, and that’s all there is about it! I don’t see how we can stand it.” “S’pose we say we just won’t stand it,” suggested Marjorie; “do you think they’d stay home?” “No, indeedy!” declared King. “You know as well as I do, the tickets are bought, and everything is arranged for.” “Even us,” said Kitty, sadly. “Yes; even us,” repeated her brother. “And how are we arranged for? Left in charge of Larkin! Old Loony Larkin!” “Hush, King, that’s disrespectful,” said Marjorie, laughing in spite of herself. “Well, she is old; and she is Larkin; and I think she’s loony!” “But you mustn’t say so, if you do,” persisted Marjorie. “Indeed you mustn’t,” said Mrs. Maynard, coming into the living room where the three children were holding an indignation meeting. “I’m ashamed of you, King!” “Aw, Mother, forgive me this once, and I won’t ever say such a thing again till next time.” Kingdon sidled up to his mother, and nestled his cheek against hers in such a cajoling way, that Mrs. Maynard smiled, and forbore further reproof just then. “But, dearies all,” she went on, “you mustn’t take such an attitude toward Miss Larkin; she’s good and kind and will look after you nicely till I return.”