THE SAYINGS OF MARJORIE . 
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“WHEN THK FIRST HYMN COMMENCED SHE 
STEPPED SOLEMNLY INTO THE AISLE ANT) 
COMMENCED A * PAS SF.UI..’ ’’ 
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again, and had howled at meeting the dis 
tinguished military neighbour, and absolutely 
refused to say “ Good morning ” to him. 
About this time Lord Roberts returned 
from South Africa, and her mother and I went 
to London to see his triumphant entry, 
leaving Marjorie in charge of the before- 
mentioned aunt. She asked, “ Where have 
daddy and mummy gone ? ” “ Oh," said the 
aunt, “they’ve gone up to London to see 
a very brave little man called ‘ Bobs,' who, 
by the way, is your cousin, who went all the 
way out to Africa to beat a very bad man 
called Cronje. and now he’s come back.” 
“ What did he want to beat him for ? ” 
“ Because he was such a very, very bad man.” 
“ Wouldn’t he say ‘ Good morning’ to [urn 
Pooh ? " 
she would solemnly dance round, doing all 
the figures by herself. 
On one occasion she danced with a small 
French boy who was dressed in what 1 believe 
is called a “ Kate Greenaway ” costume. 
At any rate, he wore a shirt with an enormous 
collar, and trousers which came up under his 
armpits and were fortified with a double row 
of buttons. Fie was not much of a mover, 
and 1 could see Marjorie was not enjoying 
herself, so I asked her, when it was finished, 
how she got on. She said, “ Oh, pretty 
well, but the boy couldn’t go fast. 1 think 
his trousers were buttoned so high they 
stopped his breathing.” 
She noticed that I often slunk away when 
people called, so one day announced to some 
ladies foi whose inspection she had been 
dragged downstairs, 44 Tell the yadies to go 
away. Daddy doesn’t like yadies. If daddy 
was a dog he’d bark at the yadies ! v 
There were certain people she seemed to 
fear more than others — one neighbour in 
particular, a General Pugh, whom she called 
“ Jum Pooh,” at whom she used to yell when 
meeting him in her perambulator or on foot, 
and always refused to say “ Good morning ” 
to. For this she got many scoldings, and 
the nurse used to mournfully announce on 
her return that Baby had been very naughty 
Her first appearance in church at the age 
of three and a half was perhaps not quite 
a success in one way, though distinctly so 
in another. It was a children’s afternoon 
service which she attended with her nurse. 
When the first hymn commenced, which 
happened to be “ Onward, Christian Soldiers,” 
with its cheery tune, the baby, whose previous 
experiences of music had only been in connec- 
tion with dancing, stepped solemnly into the 
aisle and commenced a pas seal, until she 
was snatched back into the pew by her 
horrified attendant. 
At the close of the service when the collec- 
tion was being taken, upon the bag being 
presented to her she smilingly took out a 
penny, and in a loud, clear voice said/ 4 Thank 
you very much,” to the blushing and embar- 
rassed churchwarden. 
Our village emporium was kept by one 
named Turner, and Marjorie and her nurse 
used often to buy things there. On one 
occasion as she entered she was struck by 
the number of assistants, and remarked in 
a loud voice, 44 Lots of Mr. Turners 1 ” 
Her nurse was busy choosing what she had 
come for, but noticed that the baby was very 
good and quiet. The reason for this she 
discovered when she rose to leave, and found 
she had a quantity of white tane attached to 
