"Mercy no, goosie," said Marjory. "She means a magic word that nobody can remember."
"That's it," said Jean. "Of course we couldn't do even that with the cottage full of Milligans."
"No," assented Marjory, "the most active imagination would refuse to activitate"
"To what?" gasped Mabel.
"To work," explained Marjory.
"I should say so," agreed Mabel, again threatening the potatoes. "It was just as much as I could do to come over here this morning to breathe the same air with that cottage with those folks in it staring me in the face, but now"
"After all," sighed Bettie, sorrowfully, from the other arm of Mrs. Crane's big chair, "having the Milligans out of the cottage doesn't make much difference, as long as we're out, too. Oh, I did love that little house so. I just hated to think of cold
