"Where could it be hidden ?" "That's for you to find out!" returned King.
"I'll give you a hint," said Cousin Jack.

"Turn, Mehitabel, turn." Marjorie turned slowly round and round, but that didn't help her any.
"Turn, turn, turn, turn," Cousin Jack kept saying in a monotone, and suddenly it flashed on Marjorie that he meant for her to turn something else beside herself.
She turned the key of a bookshelf door, and opened it, but found nothing but books.
"Turn, turn, turn, turn," droned Cousin Jack.
"Oh," thought Marjorie, "the closet!" and flying to the door of a large closet in the room, she turned the knob, the door flew open, and there she saw,--Uncle Steve and Kitty! "Oh, Kit!" she cried, and in a moment the two girls were so tangled up that detriment to their party frocks seemed inevitable.
But they were persuaded to separate before too much damage was done, and then Marjorie turned to greet Uncle Steve.
"I daren't rumple your fine feathers," he said, standing 'way off, and extending his fingertips to her.

"But I'm _terrible_ glad to see you, and to find that you've grown up as good as you are beautiful." This made Marjorie laugh, for she didn't think she was either.
"How _did_ you happen to come ?" she cried, for she couldn't realize that Kitty was really there.
"Oh, it was just a stroke of good luck," said Cousin Jack.

"You know to-day is your lucky day." "'Deed it is!" declared Marjorie.

"Come on, Kit, let's go and sit in the swing till the people come to the party." The sisters had time for a short, merry chat, and then the guests began to arrive.