Publisher's Synopsis
Marjorie was coming downstairs in her own sweet way, which was accomplished byputting her two feet close together, and jumping two steps at a time. It didn't expedite herdescent at all, but it was delightfully noisy, and therefore agreeable from Marjorie's point ofview.The May-day was undeniably beautiful. It was warm enough to have doors and windowsflung open, and the whole house was full of May that had swarmed in from out of doors.The air was soft and fragrant, the leaves were leaving out, the buds were budding, and thespring was springing everywhere.The big gold bushes of the Forsythia were masses of yellow bloom; crocuses popped upthrough the grass; a few birds had begun to sing, and the sun shone as if with a settleddetermination to push the spring ahead as fast as he could.Moreover it was Saturday, which was the best proof of all, of an intelligent and wellbehaved Spring. For a May-day which knew enough to fall on a Saturday was a satisfactoryMay-day, indeed!Of course there was to be a May party, and of course it was to be at theMaynards', because Marjorie always claimed that the whole month of Maybelonged to their family, and she improved every shining hour of theMaytime.
