13/21 It was like being suspended between a floor and a ceiling of glittering jewels. I heard the landlady complaining one day to some of her guests that the rascally birds had hardly left her a cherry to put up. There was something familiar in the voice and I flew to the porch railing to see who it was. And who should it be but dear little Marion. And there too was her aunty, Miss Dorothy, and the professor, and in the parlor I caught a glimpse of Miss Katie and the colonel. |