MARJORIE'S 3 GIFTS
By Louisa M. Alcott
Author of "Little Women," "Little Men," "An quaint Girl," Etc.
MARJORIE'S 3 GIFTS
Marjorie sat at the door step, shelling peas, rather subconscious what photo she made, with the roses peeping at her in the course of the lattice paintings of the porch, the wind taking part in conceal and search in her curly hair, whereas the light with its silent magic replaced her light gingham to a golden dress, and shimmered at the brilliant tin pan as though it have been a silver safeguard. outdated Rover lay at her ft, the white kitten purred on her shoulder, and pleasant robins hopped approximately her within the grass, chirping "A chuffed birthday, Marjorie!"
But the little maid neither observed nor heard, for her eyes have been mounted at the eco-friendly pods, and her innovations have been distant. She was once recalling the fairy story granny advised her final evening, and wishing with all her center that such issues occurred these days. For during this tale, as a bad woman like herself sat spinning earlier than the door, a Brownie got here through, and gave the kid an excellent good fortune penny; then a fairy handed, and left a talisman which might continue her regularly chuffed; and final of all, the prince rolled up in his chariot, and took her away to reign with him over a beautiful nation, as a gift for her many kindnesses to others.
When Marjorie imagined this a part of the tale, it was once most unlikely to aid giving one little sigh, and for a minute she forgot her paintings, so busy used to be she pondering what appealing provides she may provide to the entire bad childrens in her realm once they had birthdays. 5 impatient younger peas took this chance to flee from the part open pod in her hand and bypass down the stairs, to be instantly devoured up via an audacious robin, who gave thank you in this sort of shrill chirp that Marjorie awakened, laughed, and fell to paintings back. She used to be simply completing, whilst a voice referred to as out from the lane,
"Hi, there! come the following a minute, child!" and looking out up, she observed a bit outdated guy in a queer little carriage drawn by means of a fats little pony.
Running all the way down to the gate, Marjorie dropped a curtsy, announcing pleasantly,
"What did you would like, sir?"
"Just undo that money rein for me. i'm lame, and Jack desires to drink at your brook," replied the outdated guy, nodding at her until eventually his spectacles danced on his nose.
Marjorie used to be particularly terrified of the fats pony, who tossed his head, whisked his tail, and stamped his toes as though he was once of a peppery mood. yet she cherished to be helpful, and simply then felt as though there have been few issues she couldn't do if she attempted, since it used to be her birthday. So she proudly allow down the rein, and while Jack went splashing into the brook, she stood at the bridge, ready to envision him up back after he had inebriated his fill of the transparent, cool water.
The previous gentleman sat in his position, taking a look up on the little woman, who used to be smiling to herself as she watched the blue dragon flies dance one of the ferns, a blackbird tilt at the alderboughs, and listened to the babble of the brook.
"How outdated are you, child?" requested the outdated guy, as though he really envied this rosy creature her early life and health.
"Twelve to day, sir;" and Marjorie stood up instantly and tall, as though aware of her years.
"Had any presents?" requested the outdated guy, peering up with a strange smile.
"One, sir, right here it is;" and he or she pulled out of her pocket a tin rate reductions financial institution within the form of a fascinating kin mansion, painted crimson, with a eco-friendly door and black chimney. Proudly exhibiting it at the impolite railing of the bridge, she further, with a cheerful face,
"Granny gave it to me, and the entire funds in will probably be mine."