"Oh, is that it?" said Marjorie, laughing. "Well, good-morning Mademoiselle Merington!" "You're a clever little thing," said Miss Merington; "and now run along home to Mother Maynard's mansion." Marjorie laughed at this sally, and started for home. But at Miss Frost's booth she found Gladys, and the two walked around the hall, looking at the other booths. They were very interesting, for each lady in charge had endeavored to get all the novel ideas possible for which her special initial could be used. X, Y, and Z had been declared impossible, but some clever girls had concluded it would be a pity to omit them, and said that they would combine the three in one booth. For X, which, they said, always represented "an unknown quantity," they had prepared some express packages. These contained merchandise of some sort, and had been sent through the express office, in order to give the proper appearance of expressed parcels. They were for sale at a price that was fair for their contents, and people were asked to buy them unopened, thus purchasing "an unknown quantity." Then there were yeast-cakes for sale; and toy yachts, marked "For Sail"; and yellow things of any kind; and zephyr garments, such as shawls and sacques and slippers. This booth was very attractive, and was draped with yellow cheesecloth, with black X's and Y's and Z's all over it. In order to make a variety, the R booth was a restaurant, the L booth served lemonade, and the C booth, candy and cakes. "Isn't it fun?" said Marjorie to Gladys, as at last they started homeward. "What are you going to wear, Glad? I don't know of any color that begins with F." "No," said Gladys. "Miss Frost says there's nothing but fawn-color, and that won't do. So we're all to wear white, with lots of _frills_. And we're to have feathers on our heads instead of ribbon bows, and we're to carry feather fans. I wish I was in your booth, Midget." "Yes, I wish so, too; but of course we couldn't be in the same. But Father's coming at six to take us all to supper in the restaurant booth. Perhaps we can get together then." "Yes, I hope we can. I'll ask Mother about it." The girls parted at Gladys' gate, and Marjorie went on home to luncheon. "It's perfectly lovely, Mother!" she cried, as she entered the house. "I never saw such a beautiful fair." "That's good, girlie; and now you must eat your luncheon and then lie down for a little rest before you go this afternoon." "Oh, Mother Maynard! Why, I'm not a bit tired. You must think I'm an old lady." Mrs. Maynard smiled at the bright face and dancing eyes, which certainly showed no trace of weariness. But after luncheon she said: "Now, Midget, you must go to your room, and lie down for half an hour. Close your eyes, and rest even if you do not sleep." Midget drew a long sigh, and walked slowly off to obey. She lay down on her own little white bed, but though she managed to close her eyes for nearly half a minute, they then flew wide open.