Carolyn Wells

Marjorie's Busy Days Carolyn Wells

"Aren't hard-boiled eggs the very best things to eat in all the world?" said Marjorie, as shelooked lovingly at the golden sphere she had just extracted from its ivory setting."They're awful good," agreed King, "but I like oranges better.""Me eat lollunge," piped up Rosy Posy. "Buffaro Bill would 'ike a lollunge.""So you shall, Baby. Brother'll fix one for you."And the shipwrecked Captain carefully prepared an orange, and gave it bit by bit into theeager, rosy fingers."Of all things in the world," said Kitty, "I like chocolate creams best.""Oh, so do I, if I'm not hungry!" said Marjorie. "I think I like different things at differenttimes.""Well, it doesn't matter much what you like now," said King, as he gave the last section oforange to Rosy Posy, "for everything is all eaten up. Where'd you get those eggs, Mops? Wenever hardly have them except on picnics.""I saw them in the pantry. Ellen had them for a salad or something. So I just took them, andtold her she could boil some more.""You're a good one, Mopsy," said her brother, looking at her in evident admiration. "Theservants never get mad at you. Now if I had hooked those eggs, Ellen would have blown meup sky-high.""Oh, I just smiled at her," said Marjorie, "and then it was all right. Now, what are we goingto do next?""Hark!" said Kingdon, who was again the shipwrecked mariner. "I hear a distant sound as offierce wild beasts growling and roaring.""My child, my child!" shrieked Kitty, snatching up Arabella. "She will be torn by dreadfullions and tigers!""We must protect ourselves," declared Marjorie. "Captain, can't you build a barricade? Theyalways do that in books."