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child to take hold the way Dan’s sister did.” Lucy got to
her feet and joined her husband on his way home from
the fish beach.
“What’s in the pail, Dan?”
“Roe—the first of the season. What’s in your letter?”
“From Mrs. Jefferson. She liked the rugs.” Lucy did
not want to speak of Marjorie until she had Dan in a
good humor.
“She’d better like ’em. They were swell. I almost kept
them for myself.”
The husband and wife went up the hill by the
schoolhouse to their own cottage, which was still
called “Aunt Clementina’s place,” though Lucy and
Dan had lived there for four years. Aunt Clementina
had been proud of her garden, and Lucy never opened
the picket gate without a feeling of pleasure. There,
in season, grew all the flowers—the old-fashioned
ones, as well as newer plants that the seed catalogs
offered. The hundred-year-old house was square and
steep-roofed, with gray shingled walls. Every day in
summer found easels set up along the road, and the
pictures of the rose-covered cottage had taken many
prizes in city exhibitions.
“Here’s your roe—cooked with eggs, the way you
like it, and here’s your mince pie—about the last of the
mincemeat.”
“Stop fussing and sit down. You’ve got something on
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the gate and let her guests enter. “I’ve saved a lot of
seedlings, so you can have your own flower bed.”
But Marjorie was not interested in flower beds. She
was not interested in the old house, or her little room
under the eaves, with an old-fashioned spool bed
and a patchwork quilt that had been made by Dan’s
grandmother when she was a little girl. She would not
try to take a nap, but clung close to her mother.
Not even the entrance of Emma, who would be her
next-door neighbor, made her smile, and at the first
chance, she whispered, “Mother, I don’t want to stay
here. I’m going back with you.”
Lucy heard her. She was sorry for Marjorie’s mother,
but she was sorry for Marjorie, too. She knew what it
was like to come away from everybody and everything
a little girl was used to.
“Wouldn’t you like to have Emma take you up to the
light?” she suggested. “You can see the whole island
from the top, and Emma can show you where you’ll
have lots of good times this summer.”
“I’m not going to stay here this summer,” Marjorie
answered.
“We’ll go to the light, of course,” said her mother.
“Get your sweater; it’s still cool.”
“I’ll have supper ready by the time you get back,”
Lucy said. “We eat early. Dan is up in the morning
before the sun is, so he goes to bed with the birds.”
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trucks and carried away. At last Lucy and the little girl
were left alone.
“Well, you haven’t outgrown your tantrums,” Lucy’s
calm voice broke through Marjorie’s misery. “It would
be best if you take your mind off of yourself.”
Her voice was kind. She sat down beside Marjorie,
and the child put her head in her nurse’s lap.
“Now, let’s be sensible.” The older woman patted
the straight brown hair. “Here you are, and here you’re
going to stay till your mother comes for you. You can
be miserable, or you can make the best of things. It’s
too bad it is so foggy—things seem worse without the
sun. Now we’ll go home and get settled.”
In her little room, Marjorie found fresh tears. She
was lying on her bed, feeling very sorry for herself,
when she heard Dan’s voice in the kitchen below.
“Well, she is here, whether I like it or not, and we
will have to make the best of it. I never thought I’d
have anybody under my roof who thought my house
wasn’t good enough for them.”
“Give her time.” Lucy put scraps of salt pork into
her skillet.
“Fish hash?”
“Yes, I’m out of meat. Bring up a haddock, if any
of the men are in. When are you going to pull your
traps?”
“As soon as this fog lightens.” Dan paced from
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Dan Will Be Obeyed
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CHAPTER 3
The Picnic at Lobster Cove
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Marjorie Has a Surprise
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to please Dan, who was, though she did not know it,
waiting for a second letter from her mother.
“Anyway, I make my own bed.”
“Marjorie Jefferson, how can you talk like that! Just
pulling up the covers in the morning! Do you call that
making a bed? You pull off everything, even the sheets,
and flap them; you’ve seen Lucy do it dozens of times.
You don’t even carry down an empty plate from your
room. And you probably don’t know it, but you speak
to her sharp. You say: ‘Tie my bow. Get me a glass of
milk.’”
“I don’t,” said Marjorie. “I say ‘please.’”
“Sometimes you do, but usually you don’t, and how
about tying your own bow and getting your own glass
of milk—yes, and washing the glass afterward?”
Marjorie sat silent so long that loving little Emma
was troubled.
“Don’t feel badly, Marjorie, I want you to stay. We
have such good times in the winter. My mother says
you just don’t understand how Dan feels.”
Marjorie opened her mouth to answer but was
stopped by Matt, who was springing from rock to rock
below them. He saw the girls above him, waved, and
scrambled up the side of the cliff.
“Have you seen any mackerel?” he asked. “The boats
are out.”
“Mackerel?” Marjorie looked about her as if she
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CHAPTER 5
School Begins for Marjorie
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CHAPTER 6
Aunt Melvina’s Cottage
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Poor Jock or not, he let the girls alone for some time.
And though the calendar said that it was November,
and Thanksgiving was coming nearer, the garden
outside was still brilliant with the burnt orange and
copper and gold of the calendulas, and the gardens
planted by the summer cottagers were still blooming
as brightly in sheltered places as though their owners
were not miles away in their winter homes.
Marjorie came in one day with a great bunch of
marigolds and a handful of late roses that she had cut
from a garden, back from the shore.
“Look, Lucy! Roses from out-of-doors! Of course
the foliage is burned and windblown at the edge, but it
really tones in with the copper of the flowers,” she said,
putting them in a green bowl in the center of the table.
“I can’t believe that it is really so near Thanksgiving.
At home it has begun to snow. When does it freeze the
flowers here?”
“Not much before Christmas,” Lucy answered.
“No skating before Christmas!” Marjorie was
amazed. “I thought winter in Maine meant sliding and
skating and snowshoeing all fall, and you say it won’t
even freeze till nearly Christmas. And Emma says they
have to carry snow when they want to slide.”
“That’s because the wind blows it all off the hills and
roads. You’ll have enough of winter before it’s over.”
“Mother’s sending us a box for Thanksgiving. It’s
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Trap Day
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Christmas Preparations
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was nothing dull in the light and sparkle that met her
eyes. On each side of the room, hiding the old organ
on one side, were the two splendid trees whose high
tops brushed the ceiling. They were so covered with
gifts that no one could have told whether they were fir
or spruce. And under them were boxes of all shapes
and sizes—piles and piles of presents. The square
chancel beyond was filled with smaller trees cut off
by a lattice of silver tinsel. These trees were trimmed
with Christmas ornaments, bright colored balls and
tiny bells, tinsel pictures, and cornucopias. Festoons of
tinsel stretched from the hanging lamps in the center
to the side walls, where they were woven into elaborate
designs. But there was no trimming on the big trees
except the brightly wrapped presents themselves.
And such an array! Most of them were wrapped
in colored paper and tied with two colors of yarn.
Marjorie had seen how carefully Lucy and Emma
had decorated their gifts, but she did not realize how
festive the entire island collection would be.
“See those square-looking box things with the paper
poppy on each one? Those are Aunt Mary’s. She always
gives nice things. And that row that looks like flower
baskets, with the oilcloth flowers—those are Matt’s
mother’s. He saw her cutting out the flowers the other
day. They’re doorstops.”
The smaller children wriggled happily when the
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who had taken off the clothes and was figuring how to
clean and glue the broken parts. When the Sperry girls
came back, they found dolly almost as pretty as she
had been before. They were admiring the new dress
Lucy had made, when Matt came up the path.
“Come on, girls!” he said. “Sliding’s prime! We’ve
carried snow and iced the road. Get your new sled,
Emma; we’ll try her out.”
“Oh, I’d be afraid to go down the long hill on that
sled,” said Emma.
“I’ll take you down. Come on Lilly, Georgia. There’s
room for you. You can use my sled, and I’ll take
Marjorie and Emma on hers.”
From his seat on a fish-house barrel, Jock saw them
go and growled under his breath, but why he was
growling, he could not have told.
Marjorie soon found out, now that winter had really
come, how true Emma’s stories were of the fun they
had. Every minute out of school was spent on the hills,
sliding, or in the frozen meadow, where even the tiny
children stumbled about on skates. One afternoon,
the girls set out to find Dan, busy in the deep woods
cutting trees.
“Let’s go down the Long Swamp trail—everything’s
frozen solid.” Emma pushed aside the long, bare
branches of the alders and walked on the ice of a little
brook, hidden in summer by the shrubbery.
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Who Stole the Money?
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mail boat runs. But you won’t have to go. Your father
will be all right. I’m sure of it.” And Marjorie was
comforted.
At last winter was over, and the spring was
welcomed by winds that blew so hard that Lucy said
one afternoon, “The only reason I’m sure that this
house won’t blow over is that it never has. It certainly
shakes.”
“Here comes Dan, and something’s the matter. He
looks worried.”
Lucy was always alarmed, expecting word from
Mrs. Jefferson, but Dan shook his head.
“No, it’s Jock.”
“Jock?” The boy had been behaving himself for
weeks.
“Sime Brigham left a roll of bills hidden on the
boat—fool thing to do!—but the bills have gone, and
Jock’s been sleeping on the boat alone. He’s had some
money to spend lately. I hate to have it happen. Sime
ought to have had more sense.”
Marjorie stood in the middle of the floor. “I don’t
believe it.”
“Why, Marjorie honey!”
“Where’s Jock?”
“Off in the woods somewhere. We can’t do anything
till Doc Carter, the captain, gets back; he’s off on the
mainland. Jock can’t get away—nobody would take
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Marjorie Jefferson is used to a life of indulgence in
Ohio, but when her parents must travel overseas for
her father’s health, Marjorie is sent to stay with
Lucy, her childhood nurse. Lucy lives on the
beautiful island of Monhegan, where hard work and
kindness are of great value. However, Marjorie
doesn't see anything valuable in living on Monhegan
Island, and Dan, Lucy's husband, doesn't appreciate
Marjorie's poor attitude. The longer Marjorie stays
on the island, though, the more she finds that
there's something special about life on Monhegan
that could forever change her –something more than
just the fresh sea air.