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at once to arrange the scanty furniture. They had 

 just moved the rough bench to a place against the 

 wall on one side of the room and placed the unsteady 

 table at the other side, when there was a banging on 

 the ladder. 



"Ma-ar-g'ret ! Ma-ar-g'ret ! " called a voice below, 

 and the ladder rattled again. "Ma-ar-g'ret, can't I 

 come up ? " 



Margaret went to the opening. "You go right 

 away, Harold Dickson ! " she called down sternly. 

 ''You go find Annie or mother or some one, or go 

 play. You can't come up. You 're too little, and 

 you must n't tag." 



"I think you might, Marg'ret," and he gave the 

 ladder a disconsolate bang. 



"There ought to be two chairs," said Margaret, re- 

 turning to her duties after having disposed of the 

 small brother, "one for Miss Bronson and the other 

 for the chairman. I '11 run in the house and get 

 them, Mary j and then, when I come back, you let 

 down the rope, and I '11 tie the chair on, and you 

 pull it up." 



Mary nodded assent. "You hurry, Margaret. 

 They '11 be coming soon," she warned. 



But before Margaret was back, the yellow head of 



