Marjorie had not seen her grandmother before in full evening attire, and she walked round, gazing at her admiringly.

“I don’t wonder my father is such a handsome man,” she said.  “He looks ever so much like you.”

Grandma Maynard was pleased at this naive compliment, for she knew Marjorie was straightforward and sincere.  She smiled at her little granddaughter, saying, “I’m glad you’re pleased with your family’s personal appearance, and I think some day you will grow up to be a pretty young lady yourself; but you must try to remember that handsome is as handsome does.”

Marjorie’s adaptable nature quickly took color from her surroundings and influences, and gazing at her refined and dignified grandmother, she said earnestly, “When I grow up, Grandma, I hope I’ll look just like you, and I hope I’ll behave just like you.  I am rather a naughty little girl; but you see I was born just chock-full of mischief, and I can’t seem to get over it.”

“You are full of mischief, Marjorie, but I think you will outgrow it.  Why, if you lived with me, I believe you’d turn my hair white in a single night.”

“That would be a pity, Grandma,” and Marjorie smiled at the carefully waved brown locks which crowned her grandma’s forehead.

“Now I’m going down to dinner, Marjorie,—­we have guests coming.  But if you like, you may amuse yourself for a little while looking round this room.  In that treasure cabinet are many pretty curios, and I know I can trust you to be careful of my things.”

“Thank you, Grandma; I will look about here for a little while, and indeed I will be careful not to harm anything.”

So Grandma’s satin gown rustled daintily down the stairs, and Marjorie was left alone in her beautifully appointed bedroom.

She opened the treasure cabinet, and spent a pleasant half hour looking over the pretty things it contained.  She was a careful child, and touched the things daintily, putting each back in its right place after she examined it.

Then she locked the glass doors of the cabinet, and walked leisurely about the room, looking at the pretty furnishings.  The dainty toilet table interested her especialty, and she admired its various appointments, some of which she did not even know the use of.  One beautiful carved silver affair she investigated curiously, when she discovered it was a powder box, which shook out scented powder from a perforated top.  Marjorie amused herself, shaking some powder on her hand, and flicking it on her rosy cheeks.  It was a fascinating little affair, for it worked by an unusual sort of a spring, and Marjorie liked to play with it.

She wandered about the room with the powder-box still in her hand, and as she paused a moment at Grandma’s bedside, a brilliant idea came to her.

The bed had been arranged for the night.  The maid had laid aside the elaborate lace coverlet and pillow covers, had deftly turned back the bed clothing in correct fashion, and had put Grandma’s night pillow in place.