MARJORIE AT SEACOTE

by

CAROLYN WELLS

Author of the "Patty" Books

[Illustration: "MOST LIEGE MAJESTY, " BEGAN KING, BOWING SO LOW THATHIS SHOULDER CAPE FELL OFF. (_page 60_)]

Grosset & DunlapPublishers New YorkCopyright, 1912, byDodd, Mead and Company

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BY THE SAME AUTHOR

PATTY SERIES

 PATTY FAIRFIELD PATTY AT HOME PATTY IN THE CITY PATTY'S SUMMER DAYS PATTY IN PARIS PATTY'S FRIENDS PATTY'S PLEASURE TRIP PATTY'S SUCCESS PATTY'S MOTOR CAR

MARJORIE SERIES

 MARJORIE'S VACATION MARJORIE'S BUSY DAYS MARJORIE'S NEW FRIEND MARJORIE IN COMMAND MARJORIE'S MAYTIME

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CONTENTS

 CHAPTER PAGE

 I KITTY'S DINNER 1

 II TOM, DICK, AND HARRY 16

 III THE SAND CLUB 30

 IV SAND COURT 44

 V "THE JOLLY SANDBOY" 58

 VI TWO WELCOME GUESTS 72

 VII THE GLORIOUS FOURTH 86

 VIII A REVELATION 101

 IX THE SEARCH 115

 X JESSICA BROWN 129

 XI THE REUNION 144

 XII A LETTER OF THANKS 158

 XIII THIRTEEN! 174

 XIV QUEEN HESTER 189

 XV A MOTOR RIDE 204

 XVI RED GERANIUMS 218

 XVII WHAT HESTER DID 232

 XVIII A FINE GAME 247

 XIX MORE FUN 263

 XX A CELEBRATION 275

MARJORIE AT SEACOTE

CHAPTER I

KITTY'S DINNER

 "Kitty-Cat Kitty is going away, Going to Grandma's, all summer to stay. And so all the Maynards will weep and will bawl, Till Kitty-Cat Kitty comes home in the fall. "

This affecting ditty was being sung with great gusto by King andMarjorie, while Kitty, her mood divided between smiles and tears, wasquietly appreciative. 

The very next day, Kitty was to start for Morristown, to spend thesummer with Grandma Sherwood, and to-night the "Farewell Feast" was tobe celebrated. 

Every year one of the Maynard children spent the summer months withtheir grandmother, and this year it was Kitty's turn. The visit wasalways a pleasant one, and greatly enjoyed by the small visitor, butthere was always a wrench at parting, for the Maynard family wereaffectionate and deeply devoted to one another. 

The night before the departure was always celebrated by a festival offarewell, and at this feast tokens were presented, and speeches made, and songs sung, all of which went far to dispel sad or gloomy feelings. 

The Maynards were fond of singing. They were willing to sing"ready-made" songs, and often did, but they liked better to make upsongs of their own, sometimes using familiar tunes and sometimesinventing an air as they went along. Even if not quite in keeping withthe rules for classic music, these airs were pleasing in their own ears, and that was all that was necessary. 

So, when King and Midget composed the touching lines which head thischapter and sang them to the tune of "The Campbells are Coming, " theywere so pleased that they repeated them many times. 

This served to pass pleasantly the half-hour that must yet elapse beforedinner would be announced. 

"Well, Kit, " remarked Kingdon, in a breathing pause between songs, "we'll miss you lots, o' course, but you'll have a gay old time atGrandma's. That Molly Moss is a whole team in herself. "

"She's heaps of fun, Kitsie, " said Marjorie, "but she's chock-a-blockfull of mischief. But you won't tumble head over heels into all hermischiefs, like I did! 'Member how I sprained my ankle, sliding down thebarn roof with her?"

"No, of course I wouldn't do anything like that, " agreed the sedateKitty. "But we'll have lots of fun with that tree-house; I'm going tosit up there and read, on pleasant days. "

"H'm, --lucky, --you know what, King!"

"H'm, --yes! Keep still, Mops. You'll give it away. "

"Oh, a secret about a present, " cried Kitty; "something for thetree-house, I know!"

"Maybe 'tis, and maybe 'tain't, " answered King, with a mysterious winkat Marjorie. 

"Me buyed present for Kitty, " said Rosamond, smiling sweetly; "gold an'blue, --oh, a bootiful present. "

"Hush, hush, Rosy Posy, you mustn't tell, " said her brother. "Presentsare always surprises. Hey, girls, here's Father!"

Mr. Maynard's appearance was usually a signal for a grand rush, followedby a series of bear hugs and a general scramble, but to-night, owing tofestive attire, the Maynard quartette were a little more demure. 

"Look out for my hair-ribbons, King!" cried Midget, for without suchwarning, hair-ribbons usually felt first the effects of thegood-natured scrimmage. 

And then Mrs. Maynard appeared, her pretty rose-colored gown of softsilk trailing behind her on the floor. 

"What a dandy mother!" exclaimed King; "all dressed up, and a flower inher hair!"

This line sounded singable to Marjorie, so she tuned up:

 "All dressed up, and a flower in her hair, To give her a hug, I wouldn't dare; For she would feel pretty bad, I think, If anything happened to that there pink!"

Then King added a refrain, and in a moment they had all joined hands andwere dancing round Mrs. Maynard and singing:

 "Hooray, hooray, for our mother fair! Hooray, hooray, for the flower in her hair! All over the hills and far away, There's no one so sweet as Mothery May!"

Being accustomed to boisterous adulation from her children, Mrs. Maynardbore her honors gracefully, and then they all went out to dinner. 

As Maiden of Honor, Kitty was escorted by her father; next came Mrs. Maynard and Kingdon, and then Marjorie and Rosy Posy. The table hadextra decorations of flowers and pink-shaded candles, and at Kitty'splace was a fascinating looking lot of tissue-papered and ribbon-tiedparcels. 

"Isn't it funny, " said sedate and philosophical Kitty, "I love to go toGrandma's, and yet I hate to leave you all, and yet, I can't do onewithout doing the other!"

"'Tis strange, indeed, Kit!" agreed her father; "as Mr. Shakespearesays, 'Yet every sweet with sour is tempered still. ' Life is likelemonade, sour and sweet both. "

"It's good enough, " said Kitty, contentedly, looking at her array ofbundles. "I guess I'll open these now. "

"That's what they're there for, " said Mrs. Maynard, so Kitty excitedlybegan to untie the ribbons. 

"I'll go slowly, " she said, pulling gently at a ribbon bow, "thenthey'll last longer. "

"Now, isn't that just like you, Kit!" exclaimed Marjorie. "I'd snatchthe papers off so fast you couldn't see me jerk. "

"I know you would, " said Kitty, simply. 

The sisters were very unlike, for Midget's ways were impulsive andimpatient, while Kitty was slow and careful. But finally the papers cameoff, and revealed the lovely gifts. 

Mrs. Maynard had made a pretty silk workbag, which could be spread out, or gathered up close on its ribbon. When outspread, it showed a store ofneedles and thread, of buttons, hooks, tapes, --everything a little girlcould need to keep her clothes in order. 

"Oh, Mother, it's _perfect_!" cried Kitty, ecstatically. "I _love_ thosecunning little pockets, with all _sewy_ things in them! And a darlingsilver thimble! And a silver tape measure, and a silver-topped emery!Oh, I do believe I'll sew _all_ the time this summer!"

"Pooh, _I_ wouldn't!" said Marjorie. "The things _are_ lovely, but I'drather play than sew. "

"Sewing _is_ play, I think, " and Kitty fingered over her treasureslovingly. "Grandma will help me with my patterns, and I'm going to piecea silk teachest quilt. Oh, Mother, it will be _such_ fun!"

"Call _that_ fun!" and Marjorie looked disdainfully at her sister. "Funis racing around and playing tag, and cutting up jinks generally!"

"For you it is, " Kitty agreed, amiably, "but not for me. I like what Ilike. "

"That's good philosophy, Kitty, " said her father. "Stick to it always. Like what you like, and don't be bothered by other people's comments oropinions. Now, what's in that smallish, flattish, whitish parcel?"

The parcel in question proved to be a watch, a dear little gold watch. Kitty had never owned one before, and it almost took her breath away. 

"Mine?" she exclaimed, in wonder. "All mine?"

"Yes, every bit yours, " said Mr. Maynard, smiling at her. "Every wheeland spring, every one of its three hands, every one of its twelve hoursare all, all yours. Do you like it?"

"Like it! I can't think of any words to tell you how much I like it. "

"I'll think of some for you, " said the accommodating Marjorie. "Youcould say it's the grandest, gloriousest, gorgeousest, magnificentestpresent you ever had!"

"Yes, I could say that, " Kitty agreed, "but I never should have thoughtof it. I 'most always say a thing is lovely. Now, what in the world isthis?"

"This" proved to be a well-stocked portfolio, the gift of King. Therewere notepaper and envelopes and a pen and pencils and stamps andeverything to write letters with. 

"I picked out all the things myself, " King explained, "because it'snicer that way than the ready furnished ones. Do you like it, Kit?"

"Yes, indeedy! And I shall write my first letter to you, because yougave it to me. "

 "Oh, Kitty-Cat Kit, a letter she writ, And sent it away, to her brother one day, "

chanted Marjorie, and, as was their custom, they all sang the song afterher, some several times over. 

"Now for mine, " Midget said, as Kitty slowly untied the next parcel. Itwas two volumes of Fairy Tales, which literature was Kitty's favoritereading. 

"Oh, lovely!" she exclaimed. "On summer afternoons you can think of me, sitting out in the tree-house reading these. I shall pretend I'm a FairyPrincess. These are beautiful stories, I can see that already. "

Kitty's quick eye had caught an interesting page, and forgetting allelse, she became absorbed in the book at once. In a moment, the page wasturned, and Kitty read on and on, oblivious to time or place. 

"Hi, there, Kitsie! Come out o' that!" cried King. "You can read allsummer, --_now_ you must associate with your family. "

"I didn't mean to, " said Kitty, shutting the book quickly, and lookinground apologetically; "but it's all about a fairy godmother, and alovely princess lady, --oh, Mopsy, it's _fine_!"

A pair of little blue enamelled pins was Rosamond's present, and Kittypinned them on her shoulders at once, to see how they looked. Allpronounced the effect excellent, and Rosy Posy clapped her little fathands in glee. 

"Mine's the prettiest present!" she said. "Mine's the booflest!"

"Yes, Babykins, " said Kitty, "yours is the booflest, --but they're alllovely. "

The Farewell Feast included all of Kitty's favorite dishes, and as mostof them were also favorites with the other children, it was satisfactoryall round. 

"You must write to us often, Kit, " said King; "I gave you those writingthings so you'd be sure to. "

"Yes, I will; but I don't know yet where you're all going to be. "

"I don't know yet myself, " said Mr. Maynard, "but it will be somewherenear the sea, if possible. Will you like the seashore, Kiddies, --youthat are going?"

"I shall, " said Marjorie, promptly. "I'll _love_ it. May we go bathingevery day? And can I have a bathing suit, --red, trimmed with white?"

"I 'spect you can, " said her mother, smiling at her. "What color do youwant, King?"

"Oh, I think dark blue would suit my manly beauty! What are you going tohave, Father?"

"I think dark blue will be our choice, my boy. It swims better thananything else. But first we must find a roof to cover our heads. I'veabout decided on one, --if I can get it. It's a bungalow. "

"What's a bungalow?" asked Marjorie. "I never heard of such a thing. "

"Ho, ho! Never heard of a bungalow!" said King. "Why, a bungalow isa, --is a, ----"

"Well, is a what?" asked Midget, impatiently. 

"Why, it's a bungalow! That's what it is. "

"Fine definition, King!" said his father. "But since you undertook to doso, see if you can't give its meaning better than that. What _is_ abungalow?"

"Well, let me see. It's a house, --I guess it's a low, one-storied house, and that's why they call it bungalow. Is that it?"

"You're right about the one story; the rest is, I think, your owninvention. Originally, the bungalow was the sort of a house they have inIndia, a one-storied affair, with a thatched roof, and verandas allround it. But the ones they build now, in this country, are often muchmore elaborate than that. Sometimes they have one story, sometimesmore. The one I'm trying to get for the summer is at Seacote, and it'swhat they call a story and a half. That is, it has an upper floor, butthe rooms are under a slanting roof, and have dormer windows. "

"Sounds good to me, " said King. "Do you think you'll catch it, Dad?"

"I hope so. Some other person has the refusal of it, but he's doubtfulabout taking it. So it may yet fall to our lot. "

"I hope so!" cried Marjorie. "At the seashore for a whole summer! My!what fun! Can we dig in the sand?"

"Well, rather, my child! That's what the sand is there for. Kitty, youwere at the seashore last summer. Did you dig in the sand?"

"Yes, every day; and it was lovely. But this year I'm glad I'm going toGrandma's. It's more restful. "

They all laughed at Kitty's desire for rest, and Marjorie said:

"_I_ didn't have such a restful time at Grandma's. Except when Isprained my ankle, --I rested enough then! But you won't do anything likethat, Kit!"

"I hope not, I'm sure. Nor I won't fall down the well, either!"

"Oh, we didn't _fall_ down the well. We just _went_ down, to get cooledoff. "

"Well, I'm not going to try it. I shall sit in the tree-house and readevery afternoon, and sew with Grandma in the mornings. "

"Kit, you're a dormouse, " said Kingdon; "I believe you'd like to sleephalf the year. "

"'Deed I wouldn't. Just because I don't like rambunctious play doesn'tmean I want to sleep all the time! Does it, Father?"

"Not a bit of it. But you children must 'like what you like' and notcomment on others' 'likes. ' See?"

"Yes, sir, " said King, understanding the kindly rebuke. "Hullo, Kit, here's one of your best 'likes'! Here's pink ice-cream coming!"

This was indeed one of Kitty's dearest "likes, " and as none of theMaynards disliked it, it rapidly disappeared. 

"Now, we'll have an entertainment, " said King as, after dinner, they allwent back to the pleasant living-room. "As Kitty is the chief pebble onthe beach this evening, she shall choose what sort of an entertainment. Games, or what?"

"No, just a real entertainment, " said Kitty; "a programme one, you know. Each one must sing a song or speak a piece, or something like that. _I'll_ be the audience, and you can all be performers. "

"All right, " said King; "I'll be master of ceremonies. I'll make up theprogramme as I go along. Ladies and gentlemen, our first number will bea speech by the Honorable Edward Maynard. Mr. Maynard will please stepforward. "

Mr. Maynard stepped. Assuming a pompous air, he made a low bow, first toKitty, and then to the others. 

"My dear friends, " he said, "we are gathered here together this eveningto extend our farewells and our hearty good wishes to the lady about toleave us. Sister, thou art mild and lovely, and we hate to see thee go;but the best of friends must sever, and you'll soon come back, you know. Listen now to our advices. Kitty, dear, for pity's sake, do not tumblein the river, --do not tumble in the lake. Many more things I could tellyou as I talk in lovely rhyme, but I think it is my duty to let othersshare the time. "

Mr. Maynard sat down amid great applause, and Kitty said, earnestly, "You are a lovely poet, Father. I wish you'd give up your otherbusiness, and just write books of poetry. "

"I'm afraid, Kitsie, we wouldn't have enough money for pink ice-cream inthat case, " said Mr. Maynard, laughing. 

"The next performeress will be Mrs. Maynard, " announced the master ofceremonies. 

Mother Maynard rose, smiling, and with all the airs and graces of aprima donna, went to the piano. Striking a few preliminary chords, shebegan to sing:

 "Good-bye, Kitty; good-bye, Kitty; good-bye, Kitty, You're going to leave us now. Merrily we say good-bye, Say good-bye, say good-bye; Merrily we say good-bye To sister Kitty-Kit. "

This had a pleasant jingle, and was repeated by the whole assembly withfine effect and a large volume of noise. 

"Miss Marjorie Maynard will now favor us, " was the next announcement. 

"This is a poem I made up myself, " said Midget, modestly, "and I thinkit's very nice:

 "When Kitty goes to Grandma's I hope she will be good; And be a lady-girl and do Exactly as she should. 'Cause when _I go_ to Grandma's, I act exceeding bad; I track up 'Liza's nice clean floor, And make her hopping mad!"

Marjorie's poem was applauded with cheers, as they all recognized itsinherent truth. 

"We next come to Miss Rosamond Maynard, " King went on, "but as she hasfallen asleep, I will ask that the audience kindly excuse her. "

The audience kindly did so, and as it was getting near everybody'sbedtime, --at least, for children, --the whole quartette was startedbedward, and went away singing:

 "Good-bye, Kitty, you're going to leave us now"--

CHAPTER II

TOM, DICK, AND HARRY

"Jumping Grasshoppers! What a dandy house!"

The Maynards' motor swung into the driveway of a large and pleasantlooking place, whose lawn showed some sand spots here and there, andwhose trees were tall pines, but whose whole effect was delightfullybreezy and seashorey. 

"Oh, grandiferous!" cried Marjorie, echoing her brother's enthusiastictones, and standing up in the car, better to see their new home. 

Seacote, the place chosen by Mr. Maynard for his family's summering, wason the southern shore of Long Island, not very far from Rockaway Beach. It was a sort of park or reservation in which building was under certainrestrictions, and so it was made up of pleasant homes filled withpleasant people. 

Fortunately, Mr. Maynard had been able to rent the bungalow he wanted, and it was this picturesque domicile that so roused King's admiration. 

The house was long and low, and surrounded by verandas, some of whichwere screened by vines, and others shaded by striped awnings. 

But what most delighted the children was the fact that the ocean rolledits crested breakers up to their very door. Not literally to the door, for the road ran between the sea and the house, and a boardwalk wasbetween the road and the sea. But not fifty feet from their frontwindows the shining waves were even now dashing madly toward them as ifin tumultuous welcome. 

The servants were already installed, and the open doors seemed to invitethe family to come in and make themselves at home. 

"Let's go straight bang through the whole house, " said King, "and thenoutdoors afterward. "

"All right, " agreed Marjorie, and in their usual impetuous fashion, thetwo raced through the house from attic to cellar, though there reallywasn't any attic, except a sort of low-ceiled loft. However, theyclimbed up into this, and then down through the various bedrooms on thesecond floor, and back to the first floor, which contained the largeliving-room, a spacious hall, and the dining-room and kitchen. 

"It's all right, " said King, nodding his head in approval. "Now outside, Midget. "

Outside they flew, and took stock of their surroundings. Almost an acreof ground was theirs, and though as yet empty of special interest, Kingcould see its possibilities. 

"Room for a tennis court, " he said; "then I guess we'll have a bigswing, and a hammock, and a tent, and----"

"And a merry-go-round, " supplemented Mr. Maynard, overhearing King'splans. 

"No, not that, Father, " said Marjorie, "but we _can_ have swings andthings, can't we?"

"I 'spect so, Mopsy. But with the ocean and the beach, I doubt if you'llstay in this yard much. "

"Oh, that's so; I forgot the ocean! Come on, Father, let's go and lookat it. "

So the three went down to the beach, and Marjorie, who hadn't been tothe seashore since she was a small child, plumped herself down on thesand, and just gazed out at the tumbling waves. 

"I don't care for the swings and things, " she said. "I just want to stayhere all the time, and dig and dig and dig. "

As she spoke she was digging her heels into the fine white sand, andpoking her hands in, and burying her arms up to her dimpled elbows. 

"Oh, Father, isn't it gee-lorious! Sit down, won't you, and let us buryyou in sand, all but your nose!"

"Not now, " said Mr. Maynard, laughing. "Some day you may, when I'm in abathing suit. But I don't care for pockets full of sand. Now, I'm goingback to home and Mother. You two may stay down here till luncheon timeif you like. "

Mr. Maynard went back to the house, and King and Marjorie continuedtheir explorations. The beach was flat and smooth, and its white sandwas full of shells, and here and there a few bits of seaweed, andfarther on some driftwood, and in the distance a pier, built out farinto the ocean. 

"Did you ever _see_ such a place?" cried Marjorie, in sheer delight. 

"Well, I was at the seashore last year, " said King, "while you were atGrandma's. "

"But it wasn't as nice as this, was it? Say it wasn't!"

"No; the sand was browner. This is the nicest sand I ever saw. Say, Mops, let's build a fire. "

"What for? It isn't cold. "

"No, but you always build fires on the beach. It's lots of fun. Andwe'll roast potatoes in it. "

"All right. How do we begin?"

"Well, we gather a lot of wood first. Come on. "

Marjorie came on, and they worked with a will, gathering armfuls ofwood and piling it up near the spot they had selected for their fire. 

"That's enough, " said Marjorie, for her arms ached as she laid down herlast contribution to their collection. 

"You'll find it isn't much when it gets to burning. But never mind, itwill make a start. I'll skin up to the house and get matches andpotatoes. "

"I'll go with you, 'cause I think we'd better ask Father about makingthis fire. It might do some harm. "

"Fiddlesticks! We made a fire 'most every day last summer. "

And, owing to King's knowledge and experience regarding beach fires, hisfather told him he might build one, and to be properly careful about notsetting fire to themselves. 

Then they procured potatoes and apples from the kitchen, and raced backto the beach. 

"Why, where's our wood?" cried Marjorie. 

Not a stick or a chip remained of their carefully gathered wood pile. 

"Some one has stolen it!" said King. 

"No, there's nobody around, except those people over there, and they'regrown-ups. It must have been washed away by a wave. "

"Pooh, the waves aren't coming up near as far as this. "

"Well, there might have been a big one. "

"No, it wasn't a wave. That wood was stolen, Mops!"

"But who could have done it? Those grown-up people wouldn't. You can seefrom their looks they wouldn't. They're reading aloud. And in the otherdirection, there are only some fishermen, --they wouldn't take it. "

"Well, somebody did. Look, here are lots of footprints, and I don'tbelieve they're all ours. "

Sure enough, on the smooth white sand they could see many footprints, imprinted all over each other, as if scurrying feet had trodden allaround their precious wood pile. 

"Oh, King, you're just like a detective!" cried Marjorie, in admiration. "But it's so! These aren't our footprints!"

She fitted her spring-heeled tan shoes into the prints, and proved atonce that they were not hers. Nor did King's shoes fit exactly, thoughthey came nearer to it than Marjorie's. 

"Yes, sir; some fellows came along and stole that wood. Here are two orthree quite different prints. "

"Well, where do they lead to?" said practical Marjorie. 

"That's so. Let's trace them and get the wood back. "

But after leading away from them for a short distance the footprintsbecame fainter, and in a softer bit of sand disappeared altogether. 

"Pshaw!" said King. "I don't so much care about the wood, but I hate tolose the trail like this. Let's hunt, Mopsy. "

"All right, but first, let's bury these apples and potatoes, or they'llbe stolen, too. "

"Good idea!" And they buried their treasures in the nice, clean sand, and marked the place with an inconspicuous stick. 

Then they set out to hunt their lost wood. The beach, though flat andshelving at the water's edge, rose in a low bluff farther back, and thisoffered among its irregular projections many good hiding-places fortheir quarry. 

And, sure enough, after some searching, they came suddenly upon threeboys who sat, shaking with laughter, upon a pile of wood. 

The two Maynards glared at them rather angrily, upon which the threeagain went off in peals of laughter. 

"That's our wood!" began King, aggressively. 

"Sure it is!" returned the biggest boy, still chuckling. 

"What did you bring it over here for?"

"Just for fun!"

"H'm, just for fun! And do you think it would be fun to carry it backagain?"

"Yep; just's lieve as not. Come on, kids!" And that remarkable boy beganto pick up the sticks. 

"Oh, hold on, " said King. "If you're so willing, you needn't do it! Whoare you, anyway?"

"Well, " said the biggest boy, suddenly straightening himself up andbowing politely to Marjorie, "we're your neighbors. We live in thatgreen house next to yours. And we're named Tom, Dick, and Harry. Yes, Iknow you think those names sound funny, but they're ours all the same. Thomas, Richard, and Henry Craig, --at your service! I'm Tom. This isDick, and this is Harry. "

He whacked his brothers on the shoulder as he named them, and theyducked forward in polite, if awkward salutation. 

"And did you really take our wood?" said Marjorie, with an accusingglance, as if surprised that such pleasant-spoken boys could do such athing. 

"Yes, we did. We wanted to see what sort of stuff you were made of. Youknow Seacote people are sort of like one big family, and we wanted toknow how you'd behave about the wood. You've been fine, and now we'llcart it back where we found it. If you had got mad about it, we wouldn'ttouch a stick to take it back, --would we, fellows?"

"Nope, " said the other two, and the Maynards could see at once that Tomwas the captain and ringleader of the trio. 

"Well, " said King, judicially, "if you hadn't been the sort you are, I_should_ have got mad. But I guess you're all right, and so you _may_take it back. But we don't help you do it, --see? I'm Kingdon Maynard, and this is my sister Marjorie. You fellows took our wood, and nowyou're going to return it. Is that right?"

"Right-o!" said Tom. "Come on, fellows. "

The three boys flew at it, and King and Midget sat on the sand andwatched them till the wood was restored to its original position. 

"All right, " said King; "you boys'll do. Now, come on and roast potatoeswith us. "

Thus, all demands of honor having been complied with, the five proceededto become friends. The boys built the fire, and gallantly let Marjoriehave the fun of putting the potatoes and apples in place. 

The Craig boys had nice instincts, and while they were ratherrough-and-tumble among themselves, they treated King more decorously, and seemed to consider Marjorie as a being of a higher order, made toreceive not only respect, but reverent homage. 

"You see, we never had a sister, " said Tom; "and we're a little bitscared of girls. "

"Well, I have three, " said King, "so you see I haven't such deep awe ofthem. But Midget won't hurt you, so don't be _too_ scared of her. "

Marjorie smiled in most friendly fashion, for she liked these boys, andespecially Tom. 

"How old are you?" she asked him, in her frank, pleasant way. 

"I'm fourteen, " replied Tom, "and the other kids are twelve and ten. "

"King's fourteen, --'most fifteen, " said Midget; "and I'll be thirteen inJuly. So we're all in the same years. I wish our Kitty was here. She'snearly eleven, but she isn't any bigger than Harry. "

Harry smiled shyly, and poked at the potatoes with a stick, not knowingquite what to say. 

"You see, " King explained, "Midget is the best sort of a girl there is. She's girly, all right, and yet she's as good as a boy at cutting upjinks or doing any old kind of stunts. "

The three Craigs looked at Marjorie in speechless admiration. 

"I never knew that kind, " said Tom, thoughtfully. "You see, we go to aboys' school, and we haven't any girl cousins, or anything; and the onlygirls I ever see are at dancing class, or in a summer hotel, and thenthey're all frilled up, and sort of airy. "

"I love to play with boys, " said Marjorie, frankly, "and I guess we'llhave a lot of fun this summer. "

"I guess we _will_! Are you going to stay all summer?"

"Yes, till September, when school begins. "

"So are we. Isn't it funny we live next door to each other?"

"Awful funny, " agreed Marjorie, pulling a very black potato out of thered-hot embers. "This is done, " she went on, "and I'm going to eat it. "

"So say we all of us, " cried King. "One done, --all done! Helpyourselves, boys!"

So they all pulled out the black, sooty potatoes, with more delightedanticipations than would have been roused by the daintiest dish servedat a table. 

"Ow!" cried Marjorie, flinging down her potato, and sticking her fingerin her mouth. "Ow! that old thing _popped_ open, and burned me awfully!"

"Too bad, Mops!" said King, with genuine sympathy, but the Craig boyswere more solicitous. 

"Oh, oh! I'm so sorry, " cried Tom. "Does it hurt _terribly_?"

"Yes, it does, " said Midget, who was not in the habit of complainingwhen she got hurt, but who was really suffering from the sudden burn. 

"Let me tie it up, " said Dick, shyly. 

"Yes, do, " said Tom. "Dick is our good boy. He always helps everybodyelse. "

"But what can we tie it up with?" said Marjorie. "My handkerchief is allblack from wiping off that potato. "

"I, --I've got a clean one, " and Dick, blushing with embarrassment, tooka neatly folded white square from his pocket. 

"Would you look at that!" said Tom. "I declare Dicky always has theright thing at the right time! Good for you, boy! Fix her up. "

Quite deftly Dick wrapped the handkerchief round Marjorie's finger, andsecured it with a bit of string from another pocket. 

"You ought to have something on it, " he said, gravely. "Kerosene isgood, but as we haven't any, it will help it just to keep the air awayfrom it, till you go home. "

"Goodness!" exclaimed Midget. "You talk like a doctor. "

"I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up, " said Dick. 

"He is, " volunteered Harry; "he cured the cat's broken leg, and hemended a bird's wing once. "

"Yes, I did, " admitted Dick, modestly blushing at his achievements. "Areyou going right home because of your finger?"

"No, indeed! We never stop for hurts and things, unless they're badenough for us to go to bed. Give me another potato, and you open it forme, won't you, Dick?"

"Yep, " and Marjorie was immediately supplied with the best of thepotatoes and apples, carefully prepared for her use. 

"Aren't there any other girls in Seacote?" she inquired. 

"There's Hester Corey, " answered Tom; "but we don't know her very well. She isn't nice, like you are. And I don't know of any others, thoughthere may be some. Most of the people in the cottages haven't anychildren, --or else they're grown up, --big girls and young ladies. Andthere's a few little babies, but not many of our age. So that's whywe're so glad you came. "

"And that's why you stole our wood!"

"Yes, truly. We thought that'd be a good way to test your temper. "

"It was a risky way, " said King, thinking it over. 

"Oh, I don't know. I knew, if you were the right sort, you'd take it allright; and if you weren't the right sort, we didn't care how you tookit. "

"That's so, " agreed Marjorie. 

CHAPTER III

THE SAND CLUB

Life at Seacote soon settled down to its groove, and it was a verypleasant groove. There was always plenty of fun to be had. Bathing everyday in the crashing breakers, digging in the sand, building beach fires, talking to the old fishermen, were all delightful pursuits. And thenthere were long motor rides inland, basket picnics in pine groves, andexcursions to nearby watering-places. 

The Craig boys turned out to be jolly playfellows, and they and theMaynards became inseparable chums. Marjorie often wished one of them hadbeen a girl, but at the same time, she enjoyed her unique position ofbeing the only girl in the crowd. The boys deferred to her as to aprincess, and she ruled them absolutely. 

Of course the senior Craigs and Maynards became good friends also, andthe two ladies especially spent many pleasant hours together. 

Baby Rosamond rarely played with the older children, as she was toolittle to join in their vigorous games, often original with themselves, and decidedly energetic. The beach was their favorite playground. Theynever tired of digging in the sand, and they had a multitude of spadesand shovels and hoes for their various sand performances. Some days theybuilt a fort, other days a castle or a pleasure ground. Their sand-workswere extensive and elaborate, and it often seemed a pity that the tideor the wind should destroy them over night. 

"I say, let's us be a Sand Club, " said Tom one day. "We're alwaysplaying in the sand, you know. "

"All right, " said Marjorie, instantly seeing delightful possibilities. "We'll call ourselves Sand Crabs, for we're always scrambling throughthe sand. "

"And we're jolly as sandboys!" said King. "I don't know what sandboysreally are, but they're always jolly, and so are we. "

"I'd like something more gay and festive, " Marjorie put in; "I mean likeCourt Life, or something where we could dress up, and pretend things. "

"I know what you mean, " said Dick, grasping her idea. "Let's have SandCourt, and build a court and a throne, and we'll all be royal people andMarjorie can be queen. "

"Well, let's all have sandy names, " suggested Tom. "Marjorie can beQueen Sandy. And we'll call our court Sandringham Palace. You knowthere is one, really. "

"You can be the Grand Sandjandrum!" said King, laughing. 

"No, you be that, " said Tom, unselfishly. 

"No, sir; _you've_ got to. I'll be a sand piper, and play the courtanthems. "

"All right, " said Marjorie, "and Harry can be a sand crab, for he justscuttles through the sand all the time. What'll Dick be?"

King looked at Dick. "We'll call him Sandow, " he suggested, and they alllaughed, for Dick was a frail little chap, without much muscularstrength. But the name stuck to him, and they always called him Sandowthereafter. 

"I wish we could make our palace where it would stay made, " saidMarjorie. "We don't want to make a new one every day. "

"That's so, " said Tom. "If we only could find a secret haunt. "

"I know a kind of a one, " said Dick; "'way back in our yard, near whereit joins yours, is a deepy kind of a place, and it's quite sandy. "

"Just the thing!" cried Marjorie. "I know that place. Come on!"

She was off like a deer, and the rest followed. A few moments' scamperbrought them to the place, and all declared it was just the very spotfor a palace. 

"I'd like beach sand better, though, " said Marjorie. 

"We'll bring all you want, " declared Tom. "We'll take a wheelbarrow, andbring heaps up from the beach. "

The Sand Club worked for days getting their palace in order. The two bigboys wheeled many loads of sand up from the beach, and Marjorie and thetwo other boys arranged it in shape. 

Dick was clever at building, and he planned a number of fine effects. Ofcourse, their palace had no roof or walls, but the apartments werepartitioned off with low walls of sand, and there were sand sofas andchairs, and a gorgeous throne. 

The throne was a heap of sand, surmounted by a legless armchair, foundin the Craigs' attic, and at court meetings draped with pink cheeseclothand garlands of flowers. The whole palace was really a "secret haunt, "for a slight rise of ground screened it from view on two sides and treesshaded the other side. 

The parents of both families were pleased with the whole scheme, for itkept the children occupied, and they could always be found at a moment'snotice. 

Sand tables were built, and on them were bits of old dishes and brokenvases, all of which were desirable because they could stay out in therain and not be harmed. Moreover, they were handy in case of a feast. Atlast preparations were complete and they decided to open the court nextday. 

"We must have a flag, " said Marjorie. "I'll make it. The court colorsare red and yellow, and our emblem will be, --what shall our emblem be?"

"A pail of sand, " suggested Tom. 

"Yes; I can cut out a pail of red flannel, and sew it on to a yellowflag. I'll make that this afternoon, and we'll hold court to-morrowmorning at ten o'clock. We must all wear some red and yellow. Sasheswill do for you boys, and I'll have, --well, I'll fix up a rig of somekind. "

Marjorie was a diligent little worker when she chose to be, and thatafternoon she made a very creditable flag, showing a pail, red; on afield, yellow. She made also sashes for them all, of red and yellowcheesecloth, and she made herself a court train of the same material, which trailed grandly from her shoulders. 

Next morning the Sand Club assembled on the Maynards' veranda, to marchto Sandringham Palace. 

Mrs. Craig had helped out the costumes of her royal children, and theGrand Sandjandrum was gorgeous in a voluminous yellow turban, with a redcockade sticking up on one side. 

Sandow and the Sand Crab had soldier hats made of red and yellow paper, and big sailor collars of the same colors. 

The Sand Piper wore his sash jauntily with a huge shoulder knot, and he, too, had a cockaded headgear. 

Marjorie, as Queen Sandy, wore her trailing court robe and a crown ofyellow paper with red stars on it. She had a sceptre, and Sandow carriedthe flag. 

The Sand Piper marched ahead, playing on a tuneful instrument known as akazoo. Next came the Grand Sandjandrum, then the Queen, then the SandCrab, and finally, Sandow with the flag. 

Slowly and with great dignity the procession filed out toward thepalace. King was playing the Star Spangled Banner, or thought he was. Itsounded almost as much like Hail Columbia, --but it didn't really matter, and they're both difficult tunes, anyway. 

Blithely they stepped along, and prepared to enter the palace with aflourish of trumpets, as it were, when King's music stopped suddenly. 

"Great Golliwogs!" he cried. "Look at that!"

"Look at what?" said Tom, who was absorbed in the grand march. 

But he looked, and they all looked, and five angry exclamations soundedas they saw only the ruins of the beloved Sandringham Palace. 

Somebody had utterly demolished it. The low walls were broken andscattered, the sand tables and chairs were torn down, and the throne wasentirely upset. 

"Who did this?" roared Tom. 

But as nobody knew the answer, there was no reply. 

"It couldn't have been any of your servants, could it?" asked King ofthe Craigs. "I know it wasn't any of ours. "

"No; it wasn't ours, either, " said Tom. "Could it have been your littlesister?"

"Mercy, no!" cried Marjorie. "Rosy Posy isn't that sort of a child. Oh, I do think it's awful!" and forgetting her royal dignity, Queen Sandybegan to cry. 

"Why, Mops, " said King, kindly; "brace up, old girl. Don't cry. "

"I'm not a cry baby, " said Midget, smiling through her tears. "I'm justcrying 'cause I'm so _mad_! I'm mad clear through! How _could_ anybodybe so ugly?"

"I'm mad, too, " declared Tom, slowly, "but I know who did it, and it'spartly my fault, I s'pose. "

"Your fault!" exclaimed Midget. "Why, Tom, how can it be?"

"Well, you see it was this way. Yesterday afternoon Mrs. Corey came tocall on my mother, and she brought Hester with her. "

"That red-headed girl?"

"Yes; and she has a temper to match her hair! Mother made me talk toher, and, as I didn't know what else to talk about, I told her about ourSand Club, and about the Court to-day and everything. And she wanted tobelong to the club, and I told her she couldn't, because it was just theMaynards and the Craigs. And she was madder'n hops, and she coaxed me, and I still said no, and then she said she'd get even with us somehow. "

"But, Tom, " said King, "we don't know that girl to speak to. We hardlyknow her by sight. "

"But we do. We knew her when we were here last summer, but, you see, this year we've had you two to play with, so we've sort of neglectedher, --and she doesn't like it. "

"But that's no reason she should spoil our palace, " and Marjorie lookedsadly at the scene of ruin and destruction. 

"No; and of course I'm not sure that she did do it. But she said she'ddo something to get even with you. "

"With me? Why, she doesn't know me at all. "

"That's what she's mad about. She says you're stuck up, and you put onairs and never look at her. "

"Why, how silly! I don't know her, but somehow, from her looks, I _know_I shouldn't like her. "

"No, you wouldn't, Marjorie. She's selfish, and she's ill-tempered. Sheflies into a rage at any little thing, and, --well, she isn't a bit likeyou Maynards. "

"_No!_ and I'm glad of it! I wouldn't _want_ to be like such a stuck-upthing!"

These last words were spoken by a strange voice, and Marjorie lookedround quickly to see a shock of red hair surmounting a very angry littleface just appearing from behind the small hill, beneath whoseoverhanging shadow they had built their palace. 

"Why, Hester Corey!" shouted Tom. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see how you like your old sand-house!" she jeered, mockingly, and making faces at Marjorie between her words. Marjorie was utterlyastonished. It was her first experience with a child of this type, andshe didn't know just how to take her. 

The newcomer was a little termagant. Her big blue eyes seemed to flashwith anger, and as she danced about, shaking her fist at Marjorie andpointing her forefinger at her, she cried, tauntingly, "Stuck up!Proudy!"

Marjorie grew indignant. She had done nothing knowingly to provoke thiswrath, so she faced the visitor squarely, and glared back at her. 

"I'd rather be stuck up than to be such a spiteful thing as you are!"she declared. "Did _you_ tear down this palace that we took such troubleto build?"

"Yes, I did!" said Hester. "And if you build it again, I'll tear it downagain, --so, there, now!"

"You'll do no such thing!" shouted Tom. 

"Huh, Smarty! What have you got to say about it?"

The crazy little Hester flew at Tom and pounded him vigorously on theback. 

"I hate you!" she cried. "I _hate_ you!"

As a matter of fact, her little fists couldn't hurt the big, sturdy boy, but her intense anger made him angry too. 

"You, Hester Corey!" he cried. "You leave me alone!"

King stood a little apart, with his hands in his pockets, looking at thecombatants. 

"Say, we've had about enough of this, " he said, speaking quietly, andwithout excitement. "We Maynards are not accustomed to this sort ofthing. We squabble sometimes, but we never get really angry. "

"Goody-goody boy!" said Hester, sneeringly, and making one of her worstfaces at him. For some reason this performance struck King as funny. 

"Do it again, " he said. "How do you ever squink up your nose like that!Bet you can't do it three times in succession. "

The audacious Hester tried it, and the result was so ludicrous they alllaughed. 

"Now look here, " went on King, "we're not acquainted with you, but weknow you're Hester Corey. We know you spoiled our Sand Palace, just outof angry spite. Now, Hester Corey, you've got to be punished for that. We're peaceable people ourselves, but we're just, also. We were about tohave a nice celebration, but you've put an end to that before it began. So, instead, we're going to have a trial. You're the prisoner, andyou've pleaded guilty, --at least, you've confessed your crime. QueenSandy, get into that throne, --never mind if it is upset, --set it upagain. Grand Sandjandrum, take your place on that mussed up sand heap. You two other chaps, --stand one each side of the prisoner as sentinels. I'll conduct this case, and Queen Sandy will pronounce the sentence. It's us Maynards that Hester Corey seems to have a grudge against, soit's up to us Maynards to take charge of the case. Prisoner, stand onthat board there. "

"I won't do it!" snapped Hester, and the red locks shook vigorously. 

"You will do it, " said King, quietly, and for some reason or otherHester quailed before his glance, and then meekly stood where he toldher to. 

"Have you anything to say for yourself?" King went on. "Any excuse tooffer for such a mean, hateful piece of work?"

Hester sulked a minute, then she said:

"Yes, I was mad at you, because you all have such good times, andwouldn't let me in them. "

"What do you mean by that? You never asked to come in. "

"I did. I asked Tom Craig yesterday, and he wouldn't ask you. "

"Then why are you mad at us?"

"Because you're so proud and exclusive. You think yourselves so great;you think nobody's as good as you are!"

"That isn't true, Hester, " said King, quite gently; "and even if itwere, are you proving yourself better than we are by cutting up thismean, babyish trick? If you want us to like you, why not make yourselflikeable, instead of horrid and hateful?"

This was a new idea to Hester, and she stared at King as if greatlyinterested. 

"That's right, " he went on. "If people want people to like them, theymust be likeable. They must be obliging and kind and pleasant, and notsmall and spiteful. "

"You haven't been very nice to me, " muttered Hester. 

"We haven't had a chance. And before we get a chance you upseteverything by making us dislike you! What kind of common sense is that?"

"Maybe you could forgive me, " suggested Hester, hopefully. 

"Maybe we could, later on. But we're for fair play, and you treated usunfairly. So now, you've got to be punished. Queen Sandy, GrandSandjandrum, which of you can suggest proper punishment for thisprisoner of ours?"

Tom thought for a moment, then he said:

"Seems 's if she ought to put this palace back in order, just as it waswhen she found it, --but that's too hard work for a girl. "

"I'll help her, " said Harry, earnestly. "I'm sorry for her. "

"Sorry for her!" cried Tom, with blazing eyes. "_Sorry_ for the girlthat spoiled our palace!"

"Well, you see, " went on Harry, "she's sorry herself now. "

CHAPTER IV

SAND COURT

With one accord, they all looked at Hester. Sure enough, it was easilyto be seen that she was sorry. All her anger and rage had vanished, andshe stood digging one toe into the sand, and twisting from side to side, with her eyes cast down, and two big tears rolling slowly down hercheeks. 

Marjorie sprang up from her wabbly throne, and running to Hester, threwher arms around her. 

"Don't cry, Hester, " she said. "We'll all forgive you. I think you lostyour temper and I think you're sorry now, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I am!" sobbed Hester. "But I envied the good times youhad, and when Tom wouldn't let me into your club, I got so mad I didn'tknow what to do. "

"There, there, don't cry any more, " and Midget smoothed the tangled redmop, and tried to comfort the bad little Hester. 

Tom looked rather disappointed. 

"I say, " he began, "she did an awful mean thing, and she ought tobe----"

"Hold on a minute, Tom, " said Marjorie. "I'm Queen of this club, andwhat I say goes! Is that right, my courtiers?"

She looked round at the boys, smiling in a wheedlesome way, and Kingsaid, "Right, O Queen Sandy! Right always and ever, in the hearts ofyour gentlemen-in-waiting. "

"You bet you are!" cried Tom, quick to follow King's lead. "Our nobleQueen has but to say the word, and it is our law. Therefore, O Queen, webeg thee to mete out a just punishment to this prisoner within ourgates. "

"Hear ye! Hear ye!" said Midget, with great dramatic fervor. "I herebyforgive this prisoner of ours, because she's truly sorry she acted likethe dickens. And as a punishment, I condemn her to rebuild this royalpalace, but, following Harry's example, we will all help her with thework. "

Then King burst forth into song:

 "Hooray, Hooray, for our noble Queen, The very best monarch that ever was seen. There's nobody quite so perfectly dandy, As our most gracious, most noble Queen Sandy!"

They all repeated this chorus, and the Queen bowed and smiled at herdevoted court. 

"And also, " her Royal Highness went on, "we hereby take into our clubMiss Hester Corey as a new member. I'm glad to have another girl init, --and what I say goes!"

This time Tom made up the song:

 "What she says, goes! She's sweet as a rose, From head to toes, So what she says, goes!"

"Miss Hester Corey is now a member, " said Midget, "and her nameis, --is----"

"Sand Witch, " suggested Tom. 

"Yes, " said King; "you expect witches to cut up tricks. "

"All right, " said Hester. "Call me Sand Witch, and you'll see there aregood witches as well as bad. "

"Come on, then, " said Marjorie, "and show us how you can work. Let's putthis palace back into shape again as quick as scat!"

They all fell to work, and it didn't take so very long after all. Hesterwas conquered by the power of Marjorie's kindness, and she was meek as alamb. She did whatever she was told, and was a quick and willing worker. 

"Now, " said Midget, after it was all in order once more, "now we'll haveour celebration. You see, we have six in our court now, instead offive, and I think it's nicer. I'll give the Sand Witch my sash to wear, and she can be my first lady-in-waiting. "

This position greatly pleased Hester, and she took her place at the sideof the enthroned Queen, while Tom stood at her other side. King played agrand tune, and they all sang. 

The song was in honor of the flag-raising, and was hastily composed byMarjorie for the occasion:

 "Our Flag, our Flag, our Sand Club Flag! Long may she wave, long may she wag! And may our Sand Club ever stand A glory to our Native Land. "

Tom persisted in singing "a glory to our native _sand_, " and King said_strand_, but after all, it didn't matter. 

Then Sandow, bearing the flag, stepped gravely forward, and the boys allhelped to plant it firmly in the middle of Sand Court, while the Queenand her lady-in-waiting nodded approval. 

"Ha, Courtiers! I prithee sit!" the Queen commanded, when the flag wasgaily waving in the breeze. 

Her four courtiers promptly sat on the ground at her feet, and the Queenaddressed them thus:

"Gentlemen-in-waiting of Sandringham Palace, there are much affairs ofstate now before us. First must we form our club, our Sand Club. "

"Most noble Queen, " and Tom rose to his feet, "have I your permission tospeak?"

"Speak!" said the Queen, graciously, waving her sceptre at him. 

"Then I rise to inquire if this is a secret organization. "

"You bet it is!" cried King, jumping up. "The very secretest ever! Ifany one lets out the secrets of these secret meetings, he shall beexcommunicated in both feet!"

"A just penalty!" said Tom, gravely. 

"Is all well, O fair Queen? Do you agree?"

"Yes, I agree, " said the Queen, smiling. "But I want to know what thesesecrets are to be about. "

"That's future business, " declared King. "Just now we have to electofficers, and all that. "

"All right, " said Marjorie, "but you must be more courtly about it. Sayit more, --you know how I mean. "

"As thus, " spoke up the lady-in-waiting, dropping on one knee before theQueen. 

"What is the gracious will of your Royal Highness in the matter ofsecretary and treasurer, O Queen!"

"Yes, that's better. Well, my court, to tell you the truth, I don'tthink that we need a secretary and such things, because it isn't aregular club. Let us content ourselves with our present noble offices. Grand Sandjandrum, what are the duties of thy high office?"

"No duties, but all pleasures, when serving thee, O noble and graciousQueen!"

"That's fine, " said Midget, clapping her hands. "Hither, Sir Sand Piper!What are thy duties at, court?"

"Your Majesty, " said King, bowing low, "it is my humble part to play thepipes, or to lay the pipes, as the case may be. I do not smoke pipes, but, if it be thy gracious wish, I can blow fair soap bubbles fromthem. "

"Sand Piper, I see you know your business, " said the Queen. "Ha! SandCrab, what dost thou do each day?"

"Just scramble around in the sand, " replied Harry, and suiting theaction to the word, he gave such a funny scrambling performance thatthey all applauded. 

"Right well done, noble Sand Crab, " commented the smiling Queen. "Andthou, O Sandow?"

"I do all the strong-arm work required in the palace, " said Dick, doubling up his little fist, and trying to make it look large andpowerful. 

"Now, thee, my fair lady-in-waiting, what dost thou do in this, mycourt?"

Hester shook back her mop of red curls, and her eyes danced as sheanswered, gaily:

"I am the Court Sand Witch! I cut up tricks of all sorts, as doth becomea witch. Aye, many a time will I cause enchantments to fall upon thee, one and all! I am a magic witch, and I can cast spells!"

Hester waved her arms about, and swayed from side to side, her eyesfixed in a glassy stare, and her red curls bobbing. 

"Good gracious!" cried Marjorie. "You're like a witch I saw on the stageonce in a fairy pantomime. Say, Hester, let's have a pantomimeentertainment some day. "

"All right. My mother'll help us. She's always getting up privatetheatricals and things like that. She says I inherit her dramatictalent. "

"All right, " said Tom, warningly; "but don't you turn your dramatictalent toward tearing down our palace again. "

"Of course I won't, now I'm a member. "

"Of course she won't, " agreed Marjorie. "Now, my courtiers, andlady-in-waiting, there's another subject to come before your royalattention. We must have a Court Journal. "

"What's that?" inquired Harry. 

"Why, a sort of a paper, you know, with all the court news in it. "

"There isn't any. "

"But there will be. We're not fairly started yet. Now who'll write thispaper?"

"All of us, " suggested Tom. 

"Yes; but there must be one at the head of it, --sort of editor, youknow. "

"Guess it better be King, " said Tom, thoughtfully. "He knows the mostabout writing things. "

"All right, " agreed King. "I'll edit the paper, only you must allcontribute. We'll have it once a week, and everybody must send me somecontribution, if it's only a little poem or something. "

"I can't write poems, " said Harry, earnestly, "but I can gather upnews, --and like that. "

"Yes, " said Marjorie, "that's what I mean. But it must be news about uscourt people, or maybe our families. "

"Can't we make it up?" asked Hester. 

"Yes, I s'pose so, if you make it real court like and grand sounding. "

"What shall we call our paper?" asked King. 

"Oh, just the _Court Journal_, " replied Midget. 

"I don't think so, " objected Hester. "I think it ought to have a namelike _The Sand Club_. "

"_The Jolly Sandboy_, " exclaimed Tom. "How's that?"

"But two of us are girls!" said Marjorie. 

"That doesn't matter, it's just the name of the paper, you know. And itsounds so gay and jolly. "

"I like it, " declared King, and so they all agreed to the name. 

"Now, my courtiers and noble friends, " said their Queen, "it's time weall scooted home to luncheon. My queen-dowager mother likes me to be ontime for meals. Also, my majesty and my royal sand piper can't come backto play this afternoon. But shall this court meet to-morrow morning?"

"You bet, your Majesty!" exclaimed Tom, with fervor. 

"That isn't very courtly language, my Grand Sandjandrum. "

"I humbly beg your Majesty's pardon, and I prostrate myself in humblehumility!" And Tom sprawled on his face at Marjorie's feet. 

"Rise, Sir Knight, " said the gracious Queen, and then the courtdispersed toward its various homes. 

"Well, we had the greatest time this morning you ever heard of!"announced Marjorie as, divested of her royal trappings and clad in afresh pink gingham, she sat at the luncheon table. 

"What was it all about, Moppets?" asked Mrs. Maynard. 

So King and Marjorie together told all about the intrusion of Hester ontheir celebration, and how they had finally taken her into the Sand Clubas a member. 

"I think my children behaved very well, " said Mrs. Maynard, looking atthe two with pride. 

"I did get sort of mad at first, Mother, " Marjorie confessed, notwanting more praise than was her just due. 

"Well, I don't blame you!" declared King. "Why, that girl made mostawful faces at Mops, and talked to her just horrid! If she hadn't calmeddown afterward we couldn't have played with her at all. "

"I've heard about that child, " said Mrs. Maynard. "She has most awfulfits of temper, I'm told. Mrs. Craig says that Hester will be as goodand as sweet as a lamb for days, --and then she'll fly into a rage oversome little thing. I'm glad you children are not like that. "

"I'm glad, too, " said King. "We're not angels, but if we acted up likeHester did at first we couldn't live in the house with each other!"

"Her mother is an actress, " observed Marjorie. 

"Oh, no, Midget, you're mistaken, " said her mother. "I know Mrs. Corey, and she isn't an actress at all, and never was. But she is fond ofamateur theatricals, and she is president of a club that gives littleplays now and then. "

"Yes, that's it, " said King. "Hester said her mother had dramatictalent, and she had inherited it. Have you dramatic talent, Mother?"

"I don't know, King, " said Mrs. Maynard, laughing. "Your father and Ihave joined their dramatic club, but it remains to be seen whether wecan make a success of it. "

"Oh, Mother!" cried Marjorie. "Are you really going to act in a play?Oh, can we see you?"

"I don't know yet, Midget. Probably it will be an entertainment only forgrown-ups. We've just begun rehearsals. "

"Have we dramatic talent, Mother?"

"Not to any astonishing degree. But, yes, I suppose your fondness forplaying at court life and such things shows a dramatic taste. "

"Oh, it's great fun, Mother! I just love to sit on that throne with mylong trail wopsed on the floor beside me, and my sceptre sticking up, and my courtiers all around me, --oh, Mother, I think I'd like to be areal queen!"

"Well, you see, Midget, you were born in a country that doesn't employqueens. "

"And I'm glad of it!" cried Marjorie, patriotically. "Hooray! for theland of the free and the home of the brave! I guess I don't care to be areal queen, I guess I'll be a president's wife instead. Say, Mother, won't you and Father write us some poems for _The Jolly Sandboy_?"

"What is that, Midget?"

"Oh, it's our court journal, --and you and Father do write such lovelypoetry. Will you, Mother?"

"Yes, I 'spect so. "

"Oh, goody! When you say 'I 'spect so, ' you always _do_. Hey, King, RosyPosy ought to have a sandy kind of a name, even if she doesn't come toour court meetings. "

"'Course she ought. And she can come sometimes, if she doesn't upsetthings. "

"She can't upset things worse'n Hester did. "

"No; but I don't believe Hester will act up like that again. "

"She may, Marjorie, " said Mrs. Maynard. "I've heard her mother say shecan't seem to curb Hester's habit of flying into a temper. So just here, my two loved ones, let me ask you to be kind to the little girl, and ifshe gets angry, don't flare back at her, but try 'a soft answer. '"

"But, Mother, " said King, "that isn't so awful easy! And, anyway, Idon't think she ought to do horrid things, --like tumbling down ourpalace, --and then we just forgive her, and take her into the club!"

"Why not, King?"

King looked a little nonplussed. 

"Why, " he said, "why, --because it doesn't seem fair. "

"And does it seem fairer for you to lose your temper too, and try whatchildren call 'getting even with her'?"

"Well, Mother, it _does_ seem fairer, but I guess it isn't very, --very_noble_. "

"No, son, it isn't. And I hope you'll come to think that sometimesnobility of action is better than mere justice. "

"I see what you mean, Mother, and somehow, talking here with you, it allseems true enough. But when we get away from you, and off with the boysand girls, these things seem different. Were you always noble when youwere little, Mother?"

"No, Kingdon dear, I wasn't always. But my mother tried her best toteach me to be, --so don't you think I ought to try to teach you?"

"Sure, Mothery! And you bet we'll do our bestest to try to learn. Hey, Mops?"

"Yes, indeedy! I _want_ to do things right, but I seem to forget justwhen I ought to remember. "

"Well, when you forget, come home and tell Mother all about it, andwe'll take a fresh start. You're pretty fairly, tolerably, moderatelygood children after all! Only I want you to grow a little speck bettereach day. "

"And we _will_!" shouted King and Marjorie together. 

CHAPTER V

"THE JOLLY SANDBOY"

The Sand Club was not very strict in its methods or systems. Some daysit met, and some days it didn't. Sometimes all the court was present, and sometimes only three or four of them. 

But everything went on harmoniously, and there were no exhibitions ofill temper from the Sand Witch. 

In fact, Hester was absorbed in doing her part toward the first numberof _The Jolly Sandboy_. 

The child was quite an adept at drawing and painting, and she was makingseveral illustrations for their court journal. One, representingMarjorie seated on her sand throne, was really clever, and there wereother smaller pictures, too. 

Kingdon worked earnestly to get the paper into shape. He hadcontributions from all the club, and from Mr. And Mrs. Maynard also. Hehad a small typewriter of his own, and he laboriously copied thecontributions on fair, white pages, and, with Hester's picturesinterspersed, bound them all into a neat cover of red paper. 

This Hester ornamented with a yellow sand-pail, emblem of their club, and tied it at the top with a yellow ribbon. Altogether, the firstnumber of _The Jolly Sandboy_ was a strikingly beautiful affair. 

And the court convened, in full court dress, to hear it read. 

The court wardrobes had received various additions. Often a courtierblossomed out in some new regalia, always of red or yellow, or both. 

The several mothers of the court frequently donated old ribbons, feathers, or flowers, from discarded millinery or other finery, and allthese were utilized by the frippery loving courtiers. 

Hester had contrived a witch costume, which was greatly admired. A redskirt, a yellow shawl folded cornerwise, and a very tall peaked hat ofblack with red and yellow ribbons, made the child look like some weirdcreature. 

Marjorie's tastes ran rather to magnificent attire, and she accumulatedwaving plumes, artificial flowers, and floating gauze veils anddraperies. 

The boys wore nondescript costumes, in which red jerseys and yellowsashes played a prominent part, while King achieved the dignity of amantle, picturesquely slung from one shoulder. Many badges and ordersadorned their breasts, and lances and spears, wound with gilt paper, added to the courtly effect. 

"My dearly beloved Court, " Marjorie began, beaming graciously from herflower decked throne, "we are gathered together here to-day to listen tothe reading of our Court Journal, --a noble paper, --published by ournoble courtier, the Sand Piper, who will now read it to us. "

"Hear! Hear!" cried all the courtiers. 

"Most liege Majesty, " began King, bowing so low that his shoulder capefell off. But he hastily swung it back into place and went on. "Also, most liege lady-in-waiting, our noble Sand Witch, we greet thee. And wegreet our Grand Sandjandrum, and our noble Sandow, and our beloved SandCrab. We greet all, and everybody. Did I leave anybody out of thisgreeting?"

"No! No!"

"All right; then I'll fire away. The first article in this paper is aneditorial, --I wrote it myself because I am editor-in-chief. You're alleditors, you know, but I'm the head editor. "

"Why not say headitor?" suggested Tom. 

"Good idea, friend Courtier! I'm the headitor, then. And this is myheaditorial. Here goes! 'Courtiers and Citizens: This journal, called_The Jolly Sandboy_, shall relate from time to time the doings of ournoble court. It shall tell of the doughty deeds of our brave knights, and relate the gay doings of our fair ladies. It shall mention news ofinterest, if any, concerning the inhabitants of Seacote in general, andthe families of this court in particular. Our politics are not confinedto any especial party, but our platform is to grow up to be presidentsourselves. ' This ends my headitorial. "

Great applause followed this masterpiece of journalistic literature, andthe Sand Piper proceeded:

"I will next read the column of news, notes, and social events, ascollected by our energetic and capable young reporter, the Sand Crab:

 * * * * *

"'The Queen and her lady-in-waiting went bathing in the ocean thismorning. Our noble Queen was costumed in white, trimmed with blue, andthe Sand Witch in dark blue trimmed with red. Both noble ladies squealedwhen a large breaker knocked them over. The whole court rushed to theirrescue, and no permanent damage resulted. 

"Three gentlemen courtiers of this court, who reside in the same castle, had ice-cream for dinner last night. The colors were pink and white. Itwas exceeding good. 

"A very young princess, a sister of our beloved Queen, went walkingyesterday afternoon with her maid of honor. The princess wore a bigwhite hat with funny ribbon bunches on it. Also white shoes. 

"Mr. Sears has had his back fence painted. (We don't know any Mr. Sears, and he hasn't any back fence, but we are making up now, as our real newshas given out and our column isn't full. )

"Mrs. Black spent Sunday with her mother-in-law, Mrs. Green. (Seeabove. )

"Mr. Van Winkle is building a gray stone mansion of forty rooms onSeashore Drive. We think it is quite a pretty house. 

"This is all the news I can find for this time. Yours truly. --THESAND CRAB. '"

 * * * * *

"Noble Sand Crab, we thank you for your fine contribution to our midst, "announced the Queen, and the Sand Crab burrowed in the sand and kickedin sheer delight at such praise. 

"The next, " announced the Sand Piper, "is an original poem by our mostliege majesty, the Queen. It's pretty fine, I think. 

 "Most noble Court, I greet you now, From Grand Sandjandrum to small Sandow. From old Sand Piper, and gay Sand Witch, To Sand Crab, with hair as black as pitch. I hope our Court will ever be Renowned for its fun and harmony. And as I gaze on this gorgeous scene, I'm glad I am your beloved Queen. "

"Jinks! that's gay!" exclaimed Tom. "How do you ever do it, Marjorie? Idid a poem, but it doesn't run nice and slick like yours. "

"I'll read it next, " said King. "I think it's pretty good. 

 "I love the people named _Maynard_, I like to play in their back yard. We have a jolly Sand Court, Which makes the time fly very short. Except going in the ocean bathing, There's nothing I like so much for a plaything. "

"That's very nice, Tom, " said Marjorie, forgetting her rôle. 

"No, it isn't. It seems as if it ought to be right, and then somehow itisn't. Bathing and plaything are 'most alike, and yet they sound awfuldifferent. "

"That's so. Well, anyway, it's plenty good enough, and it's all true, Tom. "

"Yes, it's all true. "

"Then it must be right, 'cause there's a quotation or something thatsays truth is beauty. We wouldn't want all our poems to be just alike, you know. "

"No, I s'pose not, " and Tom felt greatly encouraged by Marjorie's kindcriticism. 

"Next, " said King, "is our Puzzle Department. It's sort of queer, butit's Sandow's contribution, and he said to put it in, and he'd explainabout it. So here it is. 

 * * * * *

"'SANDY PRIZE PUZZLE. Prize, a musical top, donated by theauthor. Question: Is the number of sands on the seashore odd or even?Anybody in this court who can answer this question truthfully willreceive the prize. Signed, SANDOW. '"

 * * * * *

"That's nonsense, " cried Hester. "How can anybody tell whether we answertruthfully or not?"

"I can tell, " said Sandow, gravely. "Whoever first answers it truthfullywill get the prize. "

"But it's ridiculous, " said King. "In the first place, how much seashoredo you mean? Only that here at Seacote, or all the Atlantic shore? Orall the world?"

Dick considered. "I mean all the seashore in all the world, " he said, atlast. 

"Then that's silly, too, " said Tom, "for how far does the seashore go?Just to the edge of the ocean, or all the way under?"

"All the way under, " replied Dick, solemnly. 

"Then you really mean all the sand in all the world!"

"Yes; that's it. Of course, all the sand in all the world numbers acertain number of grains. Now, is that number odd or even?"

"You're crazy, Dick!" said Hester, but Marjorie said, "No, he isn'tcrazy; I think there's a principle there somewhere, but I can't work itout. "

"I guess you can't!" said King. "I give it up. "

"So do I!" declared Tom, and at last they all gave it up. 

"Now you must answer it yourself, Dick, " said King. 

"Then nobody gets the prize, " objected Sandow. 

"No, you keep it yourself. Have you got one, anyhow?"

"Yes, a nice musical top Uncle John sent to me. I've never used it much, it's as good as new. I _wish_ somebody would guess. "

Nobody did, and Dick sighed. 

"Bet you can't answer your old puzzle, yourself, " said Hester. 

"Yes, I can, " averred Dick, "but you must ask it to me. "

"All right, " said King. "Mr. Sandow, honorable and noble courtier ofSand Court, is the number of sea sands odd or even? Answer truthfullynow. "

"I don't know, " replied Dick, "and that's the truth!"

How they all laughed! It was a quibble, of course, but the Maynardchildren were surprised at themselves that they hadn't seen through thecatch. 

Dick sat on the sand, rocking back and forth with laughter. 

"The witch ought to have guessed it, " he cried; "or else the Queen oughtto. "

"Yes, my courtier, we ought, " Marjorie admitted. "You caught us fairly, and we hereby give you the post of wizard of this court. Sand Piper, what's next in your journal?"

"The next is a poem by the Honorable Edward Maynard. That is, he wrotepart of it, and then, as he had to go to New York on business, hishonorable wife finished it. Here it is:

 "Royal Courtiers, great and grand, Ruling o'er your court of sand, Take this greeting from the pen Of an humble citizen. May you, each one, learn to be Filled with true nobility; Gentle, loving, brave, and kind, Strong of arm and pure of mind. May you have a lot of fun, And look back, when day is done, O'er long hours of merry play Filled with laughter blithe and gay. May your court of mimic rule Teach you lore not learned in school; Rule your heart to think no ill, Rule your temper and your will. "

"Gee, that's real poetry, that is!" exclaimed Tom. "Say, your people arepoets, aren't they?"

"Why, I think they are, " said Marjorie, "but Father says they're not. "

"I'd like a copy of that poem, " said Hester, looking very serious. 

"All right, " said King, catching the witch's glance. "I'll make you anice typewritten copy of it to-morrow. "

"And now, my royal Sand Piper, is there any more poetic lore for us tolisten to?"

"Aye, my liege Queen, there is one more poem. This is a real poem also, but it is of the humorous variety. It was composed by the mother of ourroyal Sand Witch, and was freely contributed to our paper by thatestimable lady. Methinks she mistook our club for a debating club, andyet, perhaps not. This may be merely a flight of fancy, such as poetsare very fond of, I am told. I will now read Mrs. Corey's contribution:

 "There once was a Debating Club, exceeding wise and great; On grave and abstruse questions it would eagerly debate. Its members said: 'We are so wise, ourselves we'll herewith dub The Great Aristophelean Pythagoristic Club. ' And every night these bigwigs met, and strove with utmost pains To solve recondite problems that would baffle lesser brains. They argued and debated till the hours were small and wee; And weren't much discouraged if they didn't then agree. They said their say, and went their way, these cheerful, pleasant men, And then came round next evening, and said it all again. Well, possibly, you'll be surprised; but all the winter through The questions they debated on numbered exactly two. For as they said: 'Of course we can't take up another one, Till we have solved conclusively the two that we've begun. ' They reasoned and they argued, as the evenings wore along; And each one thought that he was right, and deemed the others wrong. They wrangled and contended, they disputed and discussed, They retorted and rebutted, they refuted and they fussed; But though their wisdom was profound, and erudite their speech, A definite conclusion those men could never reach. And so the club disbanded, and they read their last report, Which told the whole sad story, though it was exceeding short: 'Resolved--We are not able to solve these problems two: "Does Polly want a cracker?" and "What did Katy do?"'"

"Well, isn't that fine!" cried Marjorie. "Why, Hester, your mother ismore a poet than ours. "

"She does write lovely poetry, " said Hester, "but I like your mother'spoem, too, because it, --well, you know what I mean. "

Somehow the children all understood that tempestuous Hester appreciatedthe lines that so gently advised the ruling and subduing of an unrulytemper and will, but nobody knew just how to express it. 

So King broke a somewhat awkward silence by saying, heartily, "Yep, weknow!" and all the others said "Yep" in chorus. 

"I think, O Royal Court, " the Queen began, "that our first paper isfine. How often shall we issue _The Jolly Sandboy_?"

"'Bout once a week, I think, " said Tom. 

"All right, " agreed King; "and you fellows get your stuff in a littleearlier next week so's I can typewrite it in time. "

"And now, my beloved court, " resumed Midget, "I think we have sat stilllong enough, and I decree that we have a game of Prisoner's Base. Andwhat I say goes!"

There was no dissenting voice. The Queen unpinned her court train fromher shoulders, the Sand Witch laid aside her tall, peaked hat, and thecourtiers discarded such details of their costumes as seemed likely toimpede progress in the game. Prisoner's Base was followed by Hide andSeek, and then it was time for the court to repair to its several homes. 

"It's all so lovely, Marjorie, " said Hester. "I'm _so_ glad you let meplay with you. "

"That's all right, Hester, as long as you don't smash things or makefaces at us. "

"Oh, I never will again; truly, Marjorie. I'm going to learn that poemof your mother's by heart, and I _know_ I'll never lose my temper again, Good-bye. "

"Good-bye, Hester, " and after an affectionate kiss the two girls parted. 

"Goo'-bye, Queenie Sandy, " called Tom, as they separated at the turn ofthe path. 

"Good-bye, Tom, you old Grand Sandjandrum!" and then the Maynards raninto their own house. 

"Gently, my lad and lassie; gently!" warned Mrs. Maynard, as her twoyoung hopefuls flung themselves upon her. 

"Oh, Mothery, " cried Marjorie, "we had _such_ a good time! And our courtjournal was lovely! Want to see it? And King fixed it up so beautifully, and Hester made such _dear_ pictures for it! Oh, Mother, isn't itsplendid to have so much fun?"

"Yes, dearie, " and Mrs. Maynard stroked the flushed brow of herenergetic and excitable daughter. "But when you come in from your play, you must be a little bit quieter and more ladylike. I don't want tothink that these merry companions of yours are making you reallyboisterous. "

"They are, though, " said King. "I like the Craigs and Hester Corey, butthey sure are the noisy bunch!"

"Oh, King, not _quite_ so much slang!"

"No, Mother, we won't get gay! We'll try to please you every way! Butwe're feeling rather spry to-day! So please excuse us, Mothery May!"

CHAPTER VI

TWO WELCOME GUESTS

It was Saturday afternoon. The Maynard children had been told thatguests were expected to dinner, and they must put on festival array. 

And so when King and Marjorie, in white serge and white piquérespectively, wandered out on to the front veranda, they found theirparents and a very dressy-looking Rosamond there before them. 

"Who are coming to dinner, Mother?" asked Midget. 

"Ask your father, my dear. "

"Why, don't _you_ know, Mother? Well, who are they, Daddy?"

"Somebody and somebody else, " replied Mr. Maynard, smiling. 

"Oho, a secret!" exclaimed Midget. "Then it must be somebody nice! Let'sguess, King. "

"All right. Are they kids or grown-ups, Father?"

"Grown-ups, my son. "

"Oh!" and Marjorie looked disappointed. "Do we know them?"

"You have met them, yes. "

"Do they live at Seacote?"

"They are here for the summer. "

"Where do they live winters?" asked King. 

"Under the Stars and Stripes. "

"Huh! that may mean the Philippines or Alaska!"

"It may. Have you met many people who reside in those somewhat removedspots?"

"Not many, " said King, "and that's a fact. Well, are they a lady andgentleman?"

"They are. "

"Oh, I know!" cried Marjorie. "It's Kitty and Uncle Steve! He saidthey'd come down here some time while we're here! Am I right, Father?"

"Not quite, Mopsy. You see, I said they are grown-ups. "

"Both of them?"

"Both of them. "

"Well, I don't care much who they are, then, " declared King. "I don'tsee anything in it for us, Mops. "

"No, but we ought to guess them if they're spending the summer here andwe've met them. Of course, it couldn't be Kitty! She isn't spending thesummer here. Is it the Coreys or Craigs, Father?"

"No, neither of those names fit our expected guests. "

"Then it must be some of those people the other side of the pier. Idon't know any more on this side except the fishermen. Is it any ofthem?"

"Well, no. I doubt if they'd care to visit us. But never mind our guestsfor the moment; I want you two children to go on an errand for me. "

"Right-o!" said King. "Where?"

"Walk along the shore road three blocks, then turn inland and walk ablock and a half. Do you know that place with lots of vines all over thefront of the house?"

"Yes, I do, " said Marjorie, "but nobody lives there. "

"All right. I want you to take a message to Mr. Nobody. "

"Oh, Father, what do you mean?"

"Just what I say. You say nobody lives there, and that's the very man Imean. "

"All right, " said King. "We'll go, if you tell us to. Hey, Mops?"

"'Course we will! What shall we say to Mr. Nobody, Father?"

"First you must ring the doorbell, and if Nobody opens the door, walkin. "

"Ho! If Nobody opens the door, how _can_ we walk in?"

"Walk in. And then if Nobody speaks to you, answer him politely, and sayyour father, one Mr. Maynard, desires his advice and assistance. "

"Oh, Father, I do believe you're crazy!" exclaimed Marjorie. 

"Never mind, " said King, "if Father's crazy, we'll be crazy too! Whatnext, for orders?"

"After that, be guided by your own common sense and good judgment. And, --you wouldn't be frightened at Nobody, would you?"

"No!" declared King. "Nobody could frighten me!"

"Oh, he could, could he? Well, you are a foolish boy if Nobody couldfrighten you!"

King looked a little confused, and then he laughed and said, "Well, I'djust as lieve fight Nobody, if he attacks me. "

"There'll be no cause to fight, my boy. Now, skip along, and rememberyour message. "

"Yes, Mr. Edward Maynard wants advice and assistance from Nobody! Well, I guess that's right, Father, but it all sounds to me like an April Fooljoke. Come on, Midget. "

As the two children skipped away, King said, thoughtfully, "What does itall mean, Mops?"

"I dunno, King. But it means _something_. It isn't a wild-goose chase, or an April-fool sort of joke. I know Father has some nice surprise forus the way his eyes twinkled. "

"Well, but this empty house business seems so silly! I know nobody livesthere, for I passed there a few days ago, and it was all shut up. "

"Well, we'll soon find out, " and the children turned the corner towardthe house in question. Sure enough, the blinds were closed and there wasno sign of habitation. 

"Mr. Nobody lives here, all right!" said King as they entered the gate. 

"And such a pretty place, too, " commented Marjorie, looking at theluxuriant vines that ran riot over the front veranda. 

King rang the bell, feeling half-angry and half-silly at theperformance. In a moment the door swung open, but no person was seen. 

"Well!" exclaimed King. "Nobody opened that door!"

"We must walk in, " said Midget. "Father said so. "

"Oh, I hate to! We really haven't any right to go into a strange houselike this!"

"But Father said to! Come on!" And grasping King's hand, Midget urgedhim inside. They stood in the middle of a pretty and attractivelyfurnished hall, but saw or heard no people. 

"Hello, Mr. Nobody!" said Marjorie, still clasping King's hand tightly, for the situation was a little weird. 

"Hello, yourself!" responded a cheery voice, but they couldn't see anyone. 

The voice reassured King, and he said, humorously, "I see Nobody! How doyou do, sir?"

"Quite well, " answered the same voice, but it was a bit muffled, andthey couldn't judge where it came from. Also it sounded very gay andlaughing, and Marjorie thought it seemed a bit familiar, though shecouldn't place it. 

"My father sent a message, " went on King, sturdily. "He says he wantsNobody's advice and assistance. "

"What a self-reliant man!" said the voice, and then from behind aportičre a laughing face appeared, followed by a man's active body. Atthe same time, from an opposite portičre, a lady sprang out and tookMarjorie in her arms. 

"Cousin Ethel!"

"Cousin Jack!"

And the children laughed in glee as they recognized Mr. And Mrs. Bryant. 

"You dear things!" the lady exclaimed. "I think it's awful to startleyou so, but it's the joke of your father and your Cousin Jack. I wasafraid it would scare you. Did it?"

"Not exactly, " said Marjorie, cuddling in Cousin Ethel's arms, but Kingprotested:

"No, indeed!" he declared. "I wasn't scared, but I felt a little queer. "

"You're two Ducky Daddles!" Cousin Ethel cried, and Cousin Jack slappedKing on the shoulder and said, "You're a trump, old man!" and King feltvery grown-up and manly. 

"What's it all about?" he inquired, and Mr. Bryant replied:

"Well, you see, if you've room for us here in Seacote, we're going tostay here for a while. In fact, we've taken this shack with such anintention. "

"Oh!" cried Marjorie. "You've taken this house for the summer, andFather knew it, and sent us over here to be surprised!"

"You've sized up the situation exactly, Mehitabel, " said Cousin Jack, who loved to call Midget by this old-fashioned name. "And now, if wewere properly invited, and very strongly urged, we _might_ be persuadedto go home to dinner with you. "

"Oh, " cried Marjorie, a light breaking in upon her, "you're the dinnerguests they're expecting!"

"We sure are!" said Cousin Jack. "And as this is the first time we'vebeen invited out to dinner in Seacote, we're impatient to go. "

So they set off for the Maynard house, and Midget led the way withCousin Ethel. 

"When did you come?" she inquired. 

"Only this morning, dear. We're not quite set to rights yet, though Ibrought my own servants, and they'll soon have us all comfy. "

"And how did you and Father fix up this plan?"

"He was over here this afternoon, and he and Cousin Jack planned it. Then, as soon as you left your house, your father telephoned over here, and we prepared to receive you in that crazy fashion. Of course, Jackopened the door and stayed behind it. You weren't frightened, were you?"

"No, not really. But it seemed a little, --a little creepy, you know. "

"Of course it did!" cried Cousin Jack from behind them. "But that houseis so overhung with creepers it makes you feel creepy anyway. I'm goingto call it Creeper Castle. "

"Oh, don't!" said Marjorie. "It sounds horrid! Makes you think ofcaterpillars and things like that!"

"So it does! Well, Mehitabel, you name it for us. I can't live in ahouse without a name. "

"I'd call it Bryant Bower. That sounds flowery and pretty. "

"Just the ticket! You're a genius for names! Bryant Bower it is. What'sthe name of your house, --Maynard Mansion?"

"Maynard Manor is prettier, " suggested Cousin Ethel. 

"So it is! Maynard Manor goes! I don't know anybody with prettiermanners than the Maynards, especially the younger generation of them, "and though Cousin Jack spoke laughingly, there was an earnest undertonein his voice that greatly pleased King and Marjorie. 

"Hooray!" cried that hilarious gentleman, as they reached the Maynards'veranda. "Hello, Ed. How d'ye do, Helen? Here we are! We're returningyour youngsters right side up with care. Why, look who's here!" andcatching up Rosy Posy, he tossed her high in the air, to the littlegirl's great delight. 

Dinner was a festive occasion indeed, and afterward they all sat on thewide veranda and listened to the roar of the waves. 

"This is a restful place, " said Cousin Ethel, as she leaned backcomfortably in her wicker rocker. 

"So it is, " agreed her husband, "but, if you ask _me_, I think it's_too_ restful. I like a place with some racket to it, don't you, Hezekiah?"

This was his pet name for King, and the boy replied:

"There's fun enough here, Cousin Jack, if you make it yourself. "

"That's so, is it? Well, I guess I'll try to make some. Let's see, isn'tFourth of July next week?"

"Yes, it is, " said Marjorie. "Next week, Wednesday. "

"Well, that's a good day to have fun; and an especially good day for aracket. What shall we do, kiddies?"

"Do you mean for us to choose?" asked Marjorie. 

"No, Mehitabel; you suggest, and I'll choose. You think of the verynicest sort of celebrations you know, and I'll select the nicest of themall. "

"Well, " said Midget, thoughtfully, "there's a party or a picnic. Howmany people do you mean, Cousin Jack? And do you mean children orgrown-ups?"

"Now I feel aggrieved, and insulted, and chagrined, and many other awfulthings!" Cousin Jack looked so woe-begone that they almost thought himin earnest. "You _know_, Mehitabel, that I'm but a child myself! I'm nota grown-up, and I never will be!"

"That's so!" laughed his wife. 

"And so, us children will have a celebration of the children, for thechildren, and by the children! How many perfectly good children do youknow down here?"

"Not many, " said King; "hardly any, in fact, except the Sand Club. "

"The Sand Club! That sounds interesting. Tell me about it. "

So King and Marjorie told all about the Sand Club and its six members, and Cousin Jack declared that was just enough for his idea of a Fourthof July celebration. 

"Now for the plan, " he went on. "How about a picnic in the woods, whichI see sticking up over there, and then come back to Bryant Bower forsome fireworks later?"

"I think that sounds beautiful!" said Marjorie, and King entirelyagreed. 

"Why not have the fireworks here?" said Mr. Maynard. "You're too good tothese children, Jack. "

"Not a bit of it. We can have a celebration here some other night. ButI've picked out the glorious Fourth for my own little racketty-packettyparty. You see, on that day we can make all the noise we like and notget arrested. "

"Can we dress up, Cousin Jack?" asked Marjorie. 

"Sure, child; wear your best bib and tucker, if you like, but I like youbetter in your play-clothes. "

"I don't mean that. I mean costumes. "

"Midget is great for dressing up, " explained King. "She always wantssome cheesecloth wobbed around her, and veils and feathers on her head. "

"Oh, I see! Why, yes, I rather guess we _can_ dress up. "

"I'll wear a red, white, and blue sash, and a liberty cap, " said Midget, her eyes dancing. 

"Oh, we can do better than that, " responded Cousin Jack. "Let's see;we'll make it a sort of reception affair, and you, Mehitabel, can be theGoddess of Liberty, or Miss Columbia, whichever you like. Hezekiah, youcan be Uncle Sam! Your respected Cousin Ethel and I will guarantee yourcostume. "

"I want to be a somefin', " spoke up Rosamond, who had been allowed tostay up later than usual, in honor of the guests. 

"So you shall, Babykins. I guess we'll let Sister be Miss Columbia, andyou shall be a dear little Goddess of Liberty all your own self! How'sthat?" and Cousin Jack beamed at the smiling Rosy Posy. 

"Now, where shall the picnic be?" asked Cousin Ethel, ready to helpalong the plans. 

"There's a lovely grove over beyond the pier, " said Midget; "we might gothere. "

"The very place!" said Cousin Jack; "and we'll have a sand-pail picnic. Didn't you say your coat-of-arms was a sand-pail?"

"Yes, that's the Emblem of the Club. "

"And a fine emblem for a picnic. We'll have pails of sandwiches andcakes, and a pail of lemonade, and a pail of ice cream. How's that foremblems?"

"Fine!" said King. "Shall I invite the guests?"

"Yes, my boy. Tell them to assemble here at three o'clock, and we'lldepart at once. Tell them all to wear red, white, and blue in honor ofthe day. "

"And do we catch firecrackers?"

"Little ones, --and torpedoes. But no cannon crackers or cap-pistols orbombs or any firearms. I'm not going to have a hospitalful of gunpowdervictims on my hands the next day. "

"And now, " said Mrs. Maynard, "as these wonderful affairs of the nationseem to be all settled, I think you young patriots must skip to bed. Your father and I would like a few words ourselves with these guests ofours. "

"Guests of _ours_, " corrected Midget, gayly. "Cousin Jack says he'snever going to grow up!"'

But after lingering good-nights, the brother and sister, arm in arm, went into the house. 

"Aren't they dandies!" exclaimed King, as they went upstairs. 

"Gay!" agreed Marjorie. "Won't we have fun on the Fourth! Oh, I was _so_surprised to see them, weren't you, King?"

"Yep. The Craigs will like Cousin Jack, won't they?"

"Yes, indeed, and Hester, too. Good-night, King. "

"Good-night, Mopsy Midget. Here!" and as a final compliment, King pulledoff her hair-ribbon and handed it to her with a dancing-school bow. 

Marjorie gave his hair an affectionate tweak, and with thesegood-natured attentions they parted. 

CHAPTER VII

THE GLORIOUS FOURTH

The sun rose early on Fourth of July morning. For he knew many patrioticyoung hearts were beating with impatience for the great day to begin. Moreover, he rose clear and bright, and yet he didn't shine down toohotly for the comfort of those same young people. In fact, it was aperfect summer day. 

Marjorie sprang out of bed and began to dress, with glad anticipations. The Bryants were to spend the day at Maynard Manor, until time for theafternoon picnic, and after the picnic came the reception at BryantBower. 

Midget put on a fresh white piqué, and tied up her mop of curls withwide bows of red, white, and blue ribbon. 

When all ready she went dancing downstairs, pausing on her way to tap atKing's door. 

"All ready, Kinksie?" she called out. 

"In a minute, Mops. Wait for me!"

Midget sat down on the staircase window-seat, and in a moment Kingjoined her there. 

"Hello, Mopsy-Doodle! Merry Fourth of Ju--New Year's!"

"Hello, yourself! Oh, King, isn't it a gorgeous day? What shall we dofirst?"

"I dunno! We can't shoot things or make much noise, until Father andMother get up. It would be mean to wake them. "

"Oh, pshaw! they can't be asleep through all this racket that is goingon. Hear the shooting all around. "

"Well, we'll see. Let's get outdoors, anyhow. "

The children opened the front door, and there, sitting on the verandasteps, his head leaning against a pillar, sat Cousin Jack, apparentlysound asleep. 

"Will you look at that!" said King, in a whisper. "Has he been here allnight, do you s'pose?"

"No, 'course not. But I s'pose he's been here some time. Do you thinkhe's really asleep?"

"He looks so. What shall we do with him?"

"Dress him up, " commanded Marjorie, promptly, and pulling off her widehair-ribbons, she proceeded to tie one around Cousin Jack's neck, andone around his head, giving that gentleman a very festive appearance. 

After she had arranged the bows to her satisfaction, Cousin Jackobligingly woke up, --though, as a matter of fact, he hadn't been tosleep!

"Why, if here isn't Mehitabel!" he exclaimed; "and Hezekiah, too! What asurprise!"

"How do you like your decorations?" asked Marjorie, surveying him withadmiration. 

"Oh, are these ribbons _real_? I thought I was dreaming, and had aFourth of July nightmare. "

"How long have you been here, Cousin Jack?" asked King. 

"Well, I was waking, so I called early; I don't know at what hour, butI've been long enough alone, so I'm glad you two young patriots camedown to help me celebrate. Polly want a firecracker?" He held out a packof small ones to Marjorie, but she declined them. 

"No, thank you; give those to King. I'd rather have torpedoes. "

"All right, my girlie, here you are! And here's a cap to replace theribbons you so kindly gave me. "

Cousin Jack drew from his pocket a tissue-paper cap, that had evidentlycome in a snapping-cracker. Then he produced another one for King, andone which he laid aside for Rosy Posy. They were gay red, white, andblue caps, with cockades and streamers. 

"Now, we'll be a procession, " he went on. From a nook on the veranda, where he had hidden them, he produced a drum, a tambourine, and acornet. 

The cornet was his own, and he presented the drum to King, and thetambourine to Marjorie. 

"Form in line!" he ordered; "forward, --march!"

He led the line, and the two children followed. 

Being a good cornet player, Cousin Jack made fine martial music, andKing and Midget had sufficient sense of rhythm to accompany him on thedrum and tambourine. After marching round the house once, Cousin Jackwent up the steps and in at the front door. Upstairs and through thehalls, and down again. 

Nurse Nannie and Rosamond appeared at the nursery door, and wereinstructed to fall in line behind the others. Then Sarah, the waitress, was discovered, looking on from the dining-room, and she, too, was toldto march. 

At last Mr. And Mrs. Maynard appeared, laughing at this invasion oftheir morning nap. 

They sat in state in the veranda-chairs, as on a reviewing-stand, whilethe grand parade marched and countermarched on the lawn in front ofthem. 

"All over!" cried Cousin Jack, at last. "Break ranks!"

The company dispersed, and Sarah returned, giggling, to her duties. 

"Such a foine man as Misther Bryant do be!" she said to the cook. "Shure, he's just like wan of the childher. "

And so he was. Full of patriotic enthusiasm, Cousin Jack set off bombsand firecrackers, until the elder Maynards declared that their earsached, and the roisterers must come in to breakfast. 

"I must go home, " announced their guest. "I have a wife and six smallchildren dependent on me for support. "

As a matter of fact, the Bryants had no children, and Mrs. Maynarddeclared she should telephone for Cousin Ethel to come to breakfast, too, so Cousin Jack consented to stay. 

The breakfast party was an unexpected addition to the day's festivities, but Mrs. Maynard was equal to the occasion. She scurried around andfound flags to decorate the table, and tied a red, white, and blueballoon to the back of each chair, which gave the room a gay appearance. 

The vigorous exercise had produced good appetites, and full justice wasdone to Ellen's creamed chicken and hot rolls and coffee. 

"Who's for a dip in the ocean?" asked Cousin Jack, when breakfast wasover. 

All were included in this pleasing suggestion, and soon a bathing-suitedparty threw themselves into the dashing whitecaps. 

Cousin Jack tried to teach Marjorie to swim, but it is not easy to learnto swim in the surf, and she made no very great progress. But Mr. Maynard and Mr. Bryant swam out to a good distance, and King was allowedto accompany them, as he already was a fair swimmer. 

Marjorie held fast to the rope, and jumped about, now almost carriedaway by a big wave, and now thrown back toward the beach by another. 

It was rather rough bathing, so the ladies of the party and Midget leftthe water before the others. 

"_Aren't_ we having fun!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she trudged, dripping, through the sand, to the bath-house. "Oh, Cousin Ethel, I'm _so_ gladyou came down here. "

"I'm glad, too, dear. I believe Jack enjoys you children more than hedoes any of his friends of his own age. "

"Jack's just like a boy, " said Mrs. Maynard, "and I think he always willbe. He's like Peter Pan, --never going to grow up. "

And it did seem so. After the bath, Mr. Bryant marched the children downto the pier for ice cream. 

Mrs. Maynard remonstrated a little, but she was informed that Fourth ofJuly only came once a year, and extra indulgences were in order. 

So King and Midget and Cousin Jack went gayly along the long pier thatran far out into the ocean. On either side were booths where trinketsand seaside souvenirs were sold, and Cousin Jack bought a shell necklacefor Midget, and a shell watch-fob for King. 

Then he ordered a dozen little tin pails sent to his own house. 

"For my picnic, " he explained, as Midget looked at him wonderingly. "It's to be a sand-pail picnic, you know. "

As they neared the ice-cream garden, Marjorie noticed a forlorn-lookinglittle boy, near the entrance. So wistful did he look, that she turnedaround to look at him again. 

"Who's your friend, Mehitabel?" said Mr. Bryant, seeing her glance. 

"Oh, I don't know, Cousin Jack!" she cried, impulsively; "but he seemsso poor and lonesome, and we're all so happy. Couldn't I go without myice cream, and let him have it? Oh, please let me!"

"H'm! he isn't a very attractive specimen of humanity. "

"Well, he isn't very clean, but, see, he has a nice face, and big browneyes! Oh, do give him some ice cream, Cousin Jack; I'll willingly gowithout. "

"I'll go without, " said King, quickly; "you can have mine, Mops. "

Cousin Jack looked quizzically at the children. 

"I might say I'd give you each ice cream, and the poor kiddie also. Butthat would be my charity. Now, if you two really want to do the poorlittle chap a kindness, you may each have a half portion, and give him awhole plate. How's that?"

"Fine!" exclaimed Marjorie; "just the thing! But, truly, Cousin Jack, itisn't _much_ sacrifice for us, for we'll have ice cream at the picnic, anyhow. "

"That's right, girlie; don't claim any more credit than belongs to you. Well, next thing is to invite your young friend. "

So Marjorie went over to the poor little boy, and said, kindly:

"It's Fourth of July, and we'd like you to come and eat ice cream withus. "

The child's face brightened up, but immediately a look of distrust cameinto his eyes, and he said:

"Say, is youse kiddin' me?"

"No, " said King, for Marjorie didn't know quite what he meant; "we meanit. We're going to have ice cream, and we want you to have some withus. "

"Kin I bring me brudder?"

"Where is he?" asked Cousin Jack, smiling at this new development of thecase. 

"Over dere, wit' me sister. Kin I bring 'em both?"

Marjorie laughed outright at this, but Mr. Bryant said, gravely:

"How many in your entire family? Let me know the worst at once!"

"Dat's all; me brudder an' sister. Kin they come, too?"

"Yes, if they're fairly clean, " and the boy ran to get them. He cameback bringing a boy but little smaller than himself, and a tiny girl. 

Though not immaculate, they were presentable, and soon the six wereseated at a round table. 

Cousin Jack conformed to his decree that the Maynard children shouldhave but a half-portion each, but he added that this was partly due tohis consideration for their health, as well as his willingness that thecharity should be partly theirs. But he told his three guests that theycould eat as much as they chose; and noting their generally hungryappearance, he ordered a first course of sandwiches for them, whichkindness was greatly appreciated. 

"Gee! Youse is a white man!" exclaimed the oldest visitor, as he scrapedhis saucer almost through its enamel. 

"What does he mean?" asked Midget, laughing. "Of course, you're a whiteman. "

"That's slang, Marjorie, for a desirable citizen. "

"Funny sort of slang, " Midget commented; "a white man is plain English, isn't it?"

"I mean, he's white clear through, " volunteered the boy, whose quickeyes darted from one face to another of his benefactors. 

"Yes, I can understand that, " said Midget, slowly; "it just means you'regood all through, Cousin Jack, and I quite agree to that. "

After the small visitors' hunger was entirely appeased, Cousin Jackpresented them each with a flag and a packet of torpedoes, and sent themaway rejoicing. 

"Poor little scraps of humanity, " he said; "I hope, Mehitabel, you'llalways bring a little sunshine into such lives when opportunity presentsitself. "

"I will, Cousin Jack. Are they very poor?"

"No, not so very. But they never have any fun, or anything very good toeat. Of course, you can't be an organized charity, but once in a while, if you can make a poor child happy by the expenditure of a small sum, doit. "

"We will, " cried King, impressed by Cousin Jack's earnestness. "But wedon't have much money to spend, you know. "

"You have an allowance, don't you?"

"Yes; we each have fifty cents a week, Mops and Kitty and I. "

"Well, Kitty isn't here, so I can't ask her; but I'm going to ask youtwo dear friends of mine, to give away one-tenth of your income tocharity. Now, how much would that be?"

"Five cents a week, " replied Marjorie. 

"Well, will you do it? Every week give a nickel, or a nickel's worth ofpeanuts or lemonade or something to some poor little kiddie who doesn'thave much fun in life? And you needn't do it every week, if it isn'tconvenient, but lay aside the nickel each week, and then give a largersum, as it accumulates. "

"Sure we will, Cousin Jack, " said King, and Midget said, "Yes, indeed!I'll be glad to. We can most always catch a poor child, somewhere. "

"Well, if not, just save it up till you do. You'll find plenty ofopportunities in the winter, in Rockwell, I'm sure. "

"Yes, sir-ee!" said Midget, remembering the poor family whose houseburned down not long ago. "And I'm glad you advised us about this, Cousin Jack. I'm going to ask the Craig boys and Hester to do it, too. "

"Better be careful, Mehitabel. I can advise you, because we're goodchums, and I'm a little older than you, though I don't look it! But I'mnot sure you ought to take the responsibility of advising your youngfriends. You might suggest it to them, --merely suggest it, you know, andif their agree and their parents agree, why, then, all right. And nowhome to our own luncheon. I declare it made me hungry to see thosechildren eat!"

Promptly at three o'clock that afternoon the Sand Club gathered for theSand-Pail Picnic. By making two trips the Maynards' big motor carriedthem all to the picnic grove, about a mile distant. 

Here Cousin Jack provided all sorts of sports for them. At a target, they shot with bows and arrows, and the boys were allowed a littlerifle-shooting. 

There was that funny game of picking up potatoes with teaspoons, followed by a rollicking romp at Blindman's Buff. Then Cousin Jackmarshalled his young friends into line, and they all sang "Star-SpangledBanner, " and "Columbia, " and "America, " and cheered, and fired off mildexplosives, and had a real Fourth of July celebration. Then the feastwas brought on. 

The children sat cross-legged on the grass, and each one was given a tinsand-pail. 

But instead of sand, the pail was found to contain sandwiches and crisplittle cakes known as sand-tarts. 

After these there were served dainty little paper pails, from acaterer's, filled with ice cream. 

"What a lovely sand picnic!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she sat on the sand, blissfully disposing of her ice cream. "I'm going to call Cousin Jack, The Sandman!"

"Ho! a Sandman puts you to sleep!" cried Tom Craig; "let's get a bettername than that for Mr. Bryant. "

"Call him Sandy Claus, " piped up Dick, and they all laughed. 

"A little out of season, but it's all right, my boy, " said Cousin Jack. "Call me anything you like, as long as you call me early and often. Now, shall we be trotting home again, to continue our revels?"

With a sigh of utter content, Marjorie climbed into the motor, and theywent spinning home to dress for the "Reception. "

At the reception more guests were invited, and Bryant Bower quitejustified its pretty name. 

Japanese lanterns dotted the grounds, and hung among the vines of theveranda. Flags and bunting were everywhere, and a small platform, drapedwith red, white, and blue, had been erected for the receiving party. 

This consisted of King, Midget, and Rosy Posy in patriotic costume. 

King, as Uncle Sam, presented a funny figure with his white beaver hat, his long-tailed blue coat, and red and white striped trousers. Midgetwore a becoming "Miss Columbia" costume, with a liberty cap and libertypole and flag. Rosamond was a chubby little Goddess of Liberty, but shepreferred to run around everywhere, rather than stand still and receive. 

King and Midget did the honors gracefully, and after all the guests hadassembled, they took seats on the lawn to watch the fireworks. 

These were of a fine quality, and as the flowerpots and bombs burst intostars in the sky both children and grown-ups joined in loud applause. 

There was patriotic music, and more ice cream, and when, at last, it wasall over, the Sand Club went together to thank Cousin Jack for theentertainment. 

"Glad you liked it, " he said, heartily; "and now, scamper home and tobed, all of you, so your parents won't say I made you lose your beautysleep. "

CHAPTER VIII

A REVELATION

Marjorie was practising. 

It was a lovely afternoon, and she wanted to go out and play, but herhour's practising must be done first. She was conscientious about it, and tried very hard to hold her hands just right, as she counted, one--two--three--four; one--two--three--four. 

Mrs. Corey, Hester's mother, was calling on Mrs. Maynard, and the twoladies sat on the veranda, just outside the window near which the pianostood. 

Marjorie did not listen to their conversation, for it was of no interestto her, and, too, she was devoting all her attention to her exercises. Usually, she didn't mind practising, but to-day the Sand Club waswaiting for her, and her practice hour seemed interminable. 

"One--two--three--four, " she counted to herself, when something Mrs. Corey said arrested her attention. 

"Your oldest daughter?" Marjorie heard her exclaim; "you amaze me!"

Midget had no thought of eavesdropping, and as the piano was near theopen window, surely they could hear her practising, and so knew she wasthere. 

But Mrs. Maynard answered, in a low, serious voice, "Yes, my oldestgirl. She is not our child. She is a foundling. We adopted her when aninfant. "

"Really?" said Mrs. Corey, much interested. "How did that happen?"

"Well, " said Mrs. Maynard, "my husband desired it, and I consented. Shehas grown up a good girl, but of course I can't feel toward her as Ifeel toward my own children. "

"No, of course not, " agreed Mrs. Corey. "The others are all your own?"

"Yes, they are my own. "

"She doesn't know this, does she?"

"Oh, no, we have never let her suspect it. She thinks I am her mother, and she thinks I love her as I do my own children. But it is hard for meto pretend affection for her, when I remember her humble origin. "

"Your husband? Does he care for her?"

"He feels much as I do. You see, she is not of as fine a nature as ourown children. Of course he can't help seeing that. But we both do ourbest for the girl. "

"Good for you, Mrs. Maynard; that's fine!"

"Do you really think so, Mrs. Corey? I'm afraid that----"

But Marjorie heard no more. She had stopped her practising at the firstwords of these awful disclosures. 

Not her mother's own child! She, Marjorie Maynard! It couldn't bepossible! But as the conversation went on, perfectly audible, though notin loud tones, she could no longer doubt the truth of what her motherwas saying. 

Dreadful it might be, --unbelievable it might be, --but true it must be. 

"One--two--three--four, " mechanically she tried to strike the keys, buther fingers refused to move. 

She left the piano, and went slowly up to her own room. 

Her pretty room that her mother, --no, that Mrs. Maynard, --had fixed upfor her with flowering chintz hangings and frilly white curtains. 

_Not_ her mother! Who, then, was or had been her mother?

And then Marjorie's calm gave way. She threw herself on her little whitebed, and burying her face in the pillow she sobbed convulsively. Herthoughts flew to her father, --but no, he wasn't her father! King wasn'ther brother, --nor Kitty her sister! Nor Rosy Posy----?

It was all too dreadful. At every fresh thought about it, it grew worse. Dear old King, she had never realized before how much she loved him. AndKitty! And Father and Mother! She _would_ call them that, even thoughthey were no relation to her. 

For a long time Marjorie cried, --great, deep, heart-racking sobs thatwore her out. 

At last she settled down into a calm of despair. 

"I am going away, " she said, to herself. "I won't stay here where theyhave to _pretend_ they love me! Oh, Mother, _Mother_!"

But no one heard the little girl's grief. Mrs. Maynard still sat on theveranda, talking to Mrs. Corey; King was down at Sand Court; and thenurse had taken Rosamond out for a walk. 

"I _must_ go away, " poor Marjorie went on; "I _can't_ stay here, Ishould _suffocate_!"

She sat up on the edge of her bed, and clasped her hands in utterdesolation. Where could she go? Not to Cousin Ethel's, she'd only bringher back home. _Home!_ She hadn't any home, --no _real_ home! She thoughtof Grandma Sherwood's, but she wasn't her grandma at all! Then shethought of Grandma Maynard. That was a curious thought, for thoughGrandma Maynard wasn't her own grandmother, either, yet, a few monthsago, she had begged Marjorie to live with her and be her little girl. Surely she must have _known_ that Midget wasn't really hergranddaughter, and yet she had really loved her enough to want her tolive there. 

Then Grandma Maynard wouldn't have to _pretend_ to love her. 

Clearly, that was the only thing to do. She couldn't run away, with nodestination in view. 

She had no claim on Grandma Sherwood or Uncle Steve, but Grandma Maynard_had_ wanted her, --really _wanted_ her. 

Marjorie looked at the little clock on her dressing table. It was almostthree o'clock. She knew there was a train to New York about three, andshe resolved to go on it. 

At first she thought of taking some things in a bag, but she decided notto, as she didn't want any of the things the Maynards had given her. 

"Oh, " she thought, while the tears came afresh; "my name isn't evenMaynard! I don't know _what_ it is!"

She put on a blue linen dress, and a blue hat with roses on it. Someinstinct of sadness made her tie her hair with black ribbon. 

As she went downstairs, she heard Mrs. Corey say, "I am astounded atthese revelations!" and her mother replied, "Dear friend, I knew youwould be. "

Marjorie wasn't crying then, she felt as if she had no tears left. Sheshut her teeth together hard, and went out by a side door. This way shecould reach the street unobserved, and she walked straight ahead to therailroad station. She had a five-dollar gold piece that Uncle Steve hadsent her on Christmas, and that, with a little silver change, shecarried in her pocketbook. But she left behind her pearl ring and allthe little trinkets or valuables she possessed. 

She felt as if her heart had turned to stone. It wasn't so much anger atMr. And Mrs. Maynard as it was that awful sense of desolation, --as ifthe world had come to an end. 

At one moment she would think she missed King the most; then with thethought of her father, a rush of tears would come; and then her poorlittle tortured heart would cry out, "Oh, Mother, _Mother_!"

She knew perfectly well the way to New York, and though the stationagent looked at her sharply when she bought a ticket, he said nothing. For Marjorie was a self-possessed little girl, of good manners and quietair when she chose to be. With her ticket in her hand, she sat down towait for the train. There were few people in the station at that hour, and no one who knew her. 

When the train came puffing in, she went out and took it, in amatter-of-fact way, as if quite accustomed to travelling alone. 

Really, she felt very much frightened. She had never been on a trainalone before, and the noise of the cars and the bustle of the people, and the shouting of the trainmen made her nervous. 

And then, with a fresh flood of woe, the remembrance of _why_ she wasgoing would come over her, and obliterate all other considerations. 

For perhaps half an hour she kept the tears back bravely enough; but asshe rode on, and realized more and more deeply what it all meant, shecould control herself no longer, and burst into a paroxysm of weeping. 

She was sitting next the window, and, as there were few passengers, noone was in the seat with her. 

But when she raised her head, exhausted by her outburst of tears, aburly red-faced man sat beside her. 

"Come, come, little one, what's it all about?" he said. 

His tone was kind, but his personality was not pleasant, and Marjoriefelt no inclination to confide in him. 

"Nothing, sir, " she said, drawing as far away from him as possible. 

"Now, now, little miss, you can't cry like that, and then say there'snothing the matter. "

Marjorie wanted to rebuke his intrusion, but she didn't know exactlywhat to say, so she turned toward the window and resolutely kept lookingout. 

The trees and fields flying by were not very comforting. Every mile tookher farther away from her dear ones, for they _were_ dear, whetherrelated to her or not. 

She pressed her flushed cheeks against the cool window pane. She was tooexhausted to cry any more. She seemed to have only enough strength tosay, brokenly, "Oh, Mother, _Mother_!" and then from sheer weariness offlesh she fell into a troubled sleep. 

Meantime Marjorie was missed at home. The Sand Club grew tired ofwaiting for her, and King went up to the house to investigate the delay. 

He trudged, whistling, up the driveway, and seeing Mrs. Corey, hewhipped off his cap, and greeted her politely. 

"Where's Midget, Mother?" he asked. 

"I don't know, son; isn't she with you?"

"No'm, and I'm tired waiting for her. "

"Is Hester there?" asked Mrs. Corey. 

"Yes, Mrs. Corey, Hester's been with us an hour, and we're waiting forMopsy. She said she'd come as soon as she finished her practising. "

"She stopped practising some time ago, " said Mrs. Corey. "I haven'theard the piano for half an hour or more. "

"I'll bet she's tucked away somewhere, reading!" exclaimed King; "I'llhunt her out!"

"Perhaps she's gone over to Cousin Ethel's, " suggested Mrs. Maynard. 

"I'll hunt her up, " repeated King, and he went into the house. 

"Marjorie Mops! I say! Come out of that!" he cried, banging at theclosed door of her bedroom. 

Getting no reply, he opened the door and looked in, but she wasn'tthere. 

"You old scallywag Mops!" he cried, shaking his fist at her empty room, "I never knew you to go back on your word before! And you said you'dcome to Sand Court as soon as you could!"

He looked in the veranda hammock, and in the library, and any placewhere he thought Midget might be, absorbed in a book; he inquired of theservants; and at last he went back to his mother. 

"I can't find Mopsy, " he said. 

"Then she _must_ be over at Cousin Ethel's. She does love to go overthere. "

"Well, she oughtn't to go when she's promised to come out with us. Inever knew old Midge to break a promise before. "

"Perhaps Cousin Ethel telephoned for her, " suggested Mrs. Maynard. "Though in that case, she should have told me she was going. Run overthere and see, son. "

"I'll telephone over, that'll be quicker, " said King, and ran back intothe house. 

"Nope, " he said, returning; "she isn't there, and hasn't been thereto-day. Mother, don't you think it's queer?"

"Why, yes, King, it is a little queer. But she can't be far away. Perhaps she walked down to the train to meet Father. "

"Oh, Mother, that would be a crazy thing to do, when she knew we werewaiting for her. "

"Well, maybe she went walking with Rosamond and Nurse Nannie. She'scertainly somewhere around. Run away now, King. Mrs. Corey and I arebusy. "

King walked slowly away. 

"It's pretty queer, " he said to Hester and the Craig boys; "Mops isnowhere to be found. "

"Well, don't look so scared, " said Tom; "she can't be kidnapped. If itwas your baby sister, that would be different. But Midget has just goneoff on some wild-goose chase, --or she is hiding to tease us. "

"Perhaps she wrote to Kitty, " suggested Hester, "and went down to thepost-office to mail it. "

"Not likely, " said King. "She knows the postman collects at six o'clock. Well, I s'pose she _is_ hiding somewhere, reading a book. Won't I giveit to her when I catch her! For she _said_ she'd come out here, rightafter her practice hour. "

A dullness seemed to fall on the Sand Club members present. Not only wasMarjorie their ringleader and moving spirit, but somehow King'suneasiness impressed all of them, and soon Dick Craig said, "I'm goinghome. "

King raised no objection, and, after sitting listlessly around for a fewmoments, the others all went home. 

But Tom turned back. 

"I say, " he began, "you know Mopsy is somewhere, all right. "

"Of course she's somewhere, Tom, but she never did anything like thisbefore, and I can't understand it. The only thing I can think of is, that she's gone down on the pier. But she never goes there alone. "

"Well, there's lots of things she might be doing. Come on, let's go downon the pier and take a look. "

The two boys walked out to the end of the pier and back again, but sawno sign of Marjorie. 

On their way home, Tom turned in at his own house. 

"Good-by, old chap, " he said; "don't look so worried. Midget will besitting up laughing at you when you get home. "

King said good-by, and went on. He felt a strange depression of heart, as if something must have happened to Midget. He knew his mother felt noalarm, and perhaps it was foolish, but the fact remained that Midge hadnever acted like that before. Mr. Maynard came home at six o'clock, andMarjorie had not yet made an appearance. 

He looked very much alarmed, and at sight of his anxiety, Mrs. Maynardgrew worried. 

"Why, Ed, " she exclaimed, "you don't think there's anything wrong, doyou?"

"I hope not, Helen, but it's so unusual. I can only think of the ocean. Does she ever go down and sit on the beach alone?"

"No, " said King, positively; "she never does anything like that, alone. We're always together. "

"And you hadn't had any quarrel, or anything?"

"Oh, no, Father; nothing of the sort. She went to practise right afterluncheon, and said she'd be out in an hour. "

"I heard her practising, while Mrs. Corey was here, " said Mrs. Maynard, reminiscently; "but I don't remember just when she stopped. "

"Well, " said Mr. Maynard, "it's extraordinary, but I can't thinkanything's wrong with the child. You know she always has beenmischievous, and I think she's playing some game on us. We may as wellgo to dinner. "

But nobody could eat dinner. The sight of Midget's empty chair began toseem tragic, and King choked and left the table. 

Mrs. Maynard burst into tears, and rose also. Her husband followed her. 

"Don't worry, Helen, " he urged; "she's sure to be safe and soundsomewhere. "

"Oh, I don't know, Ed! Such a thing as this never happened before! Oh, find her, Ed, _do_ find her!"

King had run over to the Bryants' and now returned, accompanied by thosetwo very much alarmed people. 

"We must _do_ something!" exclaimed Cousin Jack. "Of course somethinghas happened to the child! She isn't one to cut up any such game onpurpose. Have you looked in her room?"

"What for?" asked Mrs. Maynard, helplessly. 

"Why, to see if you can discover anything unusual. I'm going up!"

Mr. Bryant flew upstairs two steps at a time, and they all followed. Butnothing unusual was to be seen. The pretty room was in order, and noclothing of any sort was lying about. 

Mrs. Maynard looked in the cupboard. 

"Why, her blue linen is gone!" she said, "and here's the white piqué shehad on at luncheon. And her blue hat is gone; she must have dressed upto go out somewhere to call, and unexpectedly stayed to dinner. "

"Does she ever do that?" demanded Cousin Jack. 

"She never has before, " answered Mrs. Maynard, falling weakly back onMarjorie's bed. "Why, this pillow is all wet!"

They looked at each other in consternation. They saw, too, the deepimprint of a head in the dented pillow. Surely, this meant tragedy ofsome sort, for if the child had sobbed so hard, she must have been indeep trouble. 

"We must find her!" said Cousin Jack, starting for the stairs. 

CHAPTER IX

THE SEARCH

It was fortunate that the Bryants were there to take the initiative, forMr. And Mrs. Maynard seemed incapable of action. Usually alert andenergetic, they were so stunned at the thought of real disaster toMarjorie that they sat around helplessly inactive. 

"Come with me, King, " said Cousin Jack, going to the telephone in thelibrary. 

Then he called up every house in Seacote where Marjorie could possiblyhave gone, and King helped by suggesting the names of acquaintances. 

But no one could give any news of the little girl; no one whom theyasked had seen or heard of her that afternoon. 

Cousin Jack's face grew very white, and his features were drawn, as hesaid: "You stay here, Ed, with Helen and Ethel; King and I will go outfor a bit. Come, King. "

Kingdon said nothing; he snatched up his cap and went along silently byMr. Bryant's side, trying to keep up with his companion's long, swiftstrides. 

To the beach they went; it was not yet quite dark, but of course theysaw no sign of Marjorie. 

"Are you thinking she might have been washed away by the waves?" askedKing, in a quivering voice. 

"That's all I _can_ think of, " replied Mr. Bryant, grimly. 

"But it isn't likely, Cousin Jack. Mopsy is really a heavyweight, youknow. And there's not a very big surf on now. "

"That's so, King. But where _can_ she be?" Then they went and talkedwith the fishermen, and then on to the Life-saving Station. 

The big, good-hearted men all knew Marjorie, and all declared she hadnot been on the beach that afternoon, --at least, not within theirparticular locality. 

Discouraged, Cousin Jack and King turned down toward the pier. Theirinquiries were fruitless; though many people knew Midget, by sight, nonehad seen her. There was nothing to do but go back home. 

"Have you found her?" cried Cousin Ethel, as they entered the house. 

"No; but the beach people haven't seen her, so I'm sure there's noaccident of that sort. " Cousin Jack wouldn't make use of the worddrowning, but they all knew what he meant. 

Mrs. Maynard sat staring, in a sort of dull apathy. She couldn't realizethat Marjorie was lost, she couldn't believe an accident had befallenher, yet, where was she?

"Let's search the house, " she said, jumping up suddenly. "I _must_ do_something_. Couldn't she have gone somewhere to read quietly, andfallen asleep?"

This was a possibility, and the house was searched from top to bottom byeager hunters. But no Marjorie was found. 

As it neared midnight, the ladies were persuaded to go to bed. 

"You can do nothing, dear, by remaining up, " said Mr. Maynard to hiswife. "The Bryants will stay with us to-night, so you and Ethel go toyour rooms, and King, too. Jack and I will stay here in the library fora while. "

King demurred at being sent away, but his father explained that if hewanted to help, all he could do was to obey orders. So King wentupstairs, but not to his own room. About an hour later he came downagain, to find his father and Mr. Bryant still sitting in the librarywaiting for morning. 

"Father, " said King, his eyes shining bright beneath his tousled hair, "I've been rummaging in Midget's room. I thought I might find outsomething to help us. And she's taken her pocketbook, and the goldpiece Uncle Steve gave her last Christmas. I know, because I know whereshe always kept it, --and it's gone. "

"Well, King, " said his father, thoughtfully, "what do you make out fromthat?"

"Only that she has gone somewhere especial. I mean somewhere to spendthat money, --not just for a walk on the beach, or down to the pier. "

"That's encouraging, " said Cousin Jack, "for if she went away on somespecial errand, she's more likely to be safe and sound, somewhere. Didyou notice anything else missing, King?"

"Not a thing. And you know how wet her pillow was. Well, I think sheheard about some poor person or poor family, and she cried about them, and then she took her gold piece and went to help them. "

"That's ingenious, King, " said Mr. Maynard, "and it may be true. I hopeso, I'm sure. But why should she stay away so long and not let us know?"

"Well, you see, the poor family may live at some distance, and not haveany telephone, and they may be ill, or something, and she may be thereyet, helping. You know Mopsy is awful kind-hearted. Remember theSimpsons' fire? She forgot everything else in caring for them. "

"That's so, my son; at any rate, it's the most comforting theory we'vehad yet, and I'll go and tell your mother about it. It will help her, Iknow. "

Mr. Maynard went away, and King remained downstairs. 

"I'm not going to bed, Cousin Jack, " he said; "I'm old enough now tostay up with you men, in trouble like this. "

"All right, King. You're showing manly traits, my boy, and I'm proud ofyou. Now, old chap, between you and me, I don't subscribe to yourpoor-family theory. It's possible, of course, but it doesn't seemprobable to me. "

"Well, then, Cousin Jack, what can we do next?"

"We can't do anything till morning; then I think we must see thepolice. "

"Oh, that seems so awful!"

"I know, but if it's the means of finding Marjorie?"

"Then, of course, we'll do it! How early can we see them?"

"We can telephone as early as we like, I suppose. But I've littleconfidence in the powers of the police down here. They're all right topatrol the beach, but they're not like city policemen. "

At last the night wore away, and daybreak came. 

They telephoned the police, and in a few minutes two of them arrived atthe Maynard house for consultation. 

"I know the child well, " said one of them, "I often see her about, --awell-behaved little lady, but full o' fun, too. D'ye think she mighthave been kidnapped, now?"

"It might be, " said Mr. Bryant, "though she's pretty big for that. And, too, she took extra money with her. "

"Then she may have been goin' somewhere by rail. "

"That's so! I never thought of that!" and Cousin Jack almost smiled. 

"But where would she go?" said Mr. Maynard, hopelessly. "She nevertravelled alone, and though impulsively mischievous, sometimes, shewouldn't deliberately run away. "

The policemen went away to begin their quest, and the Maynards and theirguests went to breakfast. 

No one felt like eating, yet each urged the others to do so. 

"Where's Middy?" inquired baby Rosamond, at table. "Middy gone 'way?"

"Yes, dear, " said Cousin Jack, for no one else could speak. "Middy'sgone away for a little while. "

"I know, " said the child, contentedly, "Middy gone to Gramma's to seeKitty!"

"Why, perhaps she did!" exclaimed Mr. Maynard. 

But Mrs. Maynard had no such hope. It was too unlike Marjorie to do sucha thing. 

"Well, let's find out, " urged King. "Let's get Uncle Steve on thelong-distance wire. "

"Don't alarm Grandma, " said Mrs. Maynard. "There's no use stirring herup, until we know ourselves what has happened. "

"Leave it to me, " said Cousin Jack. "I'll find out. "

After some delay, he succeeded in getting Uncle Steve on the telephone. Then he asked for Kitty. 

"Hello, Susannah!" he cried, assuming a merry voice, in his kind desirenot to alarm her. "This is your Cousin Jack!"

"Oh, hello, Cousin Jack!" exclaimed Kitty, in delight. "How nice of youto call me up! How is everybody?"

"We're well, thank you! How are you all?"

"Oh, we're all right. "

"Are you lonesome, away from your family?"

"No, not lonesome, though I'd like to see them. Tell Midget there aretwo hundred incubator chicks now. "

"Well, that _is_ a lot! Now, good-by, Kitsie; I can't run up too big atelephone bill for your father. We all send love. Be a good girl. Good-by. "

Cousin Jack hung up the receiver and buried his face in his hands. Ithad been a great strain on his nerves to appear gay and carefree toKitty, and the implied assurance that Marjorie was _not_ there nearlymade him give way. 

"She isn't there, " he said, dully, as he repeated to the family whatKitty had said. And then the telephone rang, and it was the policedepartment. 

Mr. Maynard took the receiver. 

"We've traced her, " came the news, and the father's face grew white withsuspense. "She bought a ticket to New York, and went there on thethree-o'clock train yesterday afternoon. Nothing further is known, asyet, but as soon as we can get in touch with the conductor of thattrain, we will. "

"New York! Impossible!" cried Cousin Ethel, when she heard the message, and Mrs. Maynard fainted away. 

Marjorie! on a train, going to New York alone!

"Come on, King, " said Cousin Jack, abruptly, and leaving the others tocare for Mrs. Maynard, these two strode off again. Straight to therailroad station they went to interview the agent themselves. 

He corroborated the story. He did not know Marjorie's name, but hedescribed the child so exactly that there was no room for doubt of heridentity. 

But he could tell them no more. She had bought her ticket and taken thetrain in a quiet, matter-of-fact way, as any passenger would do. 

"Did she look as if she had been crying?" asked King, almost cryinghimself. 

"Why, yes, now you speak of it, her face _did_ look so. Her eyes wasred, and she looked sorter sad. But she didn't say nothin', 'cept to askfor a ticket to New York. "

"Return ticket?" put in Mr. Bryant. 

"No, sir; a single ticket. Just one way. "

The conductor couldn't be seen until afternoon, as his run was a longone, and his home far away. 

"I can't understand it, " said King, as they walked homeward; "and Ican't believe it. If Midget went to New York alone, she had lost hermind, --that's all. "

But when they reached home, they found the Maynards quite hopeful. Ithad occurred to them that, by some strange freak, Marjorie had decidedto visit Grandma Maynard, and had started off there alone. 

"I'm trying to get them on the long-distance, " Mr. Maynard announced, quite cheerily, as they entered. 

"Let me take it, " said Cousin Jack. "If she _isn't_ there, we don't wantto alarm them, either. "

"That's so!" said Mr. Maynard. "All right, Jack, take it. Bless you, oldfellow, for your help. "

But when connection had been made, and Cousin Jack found himself incommunication with Grandma Maynard, he didn't know what to say. Hecaught at the first pretext he could think of, and said:

"How do you do, Mrs. Maynard? You don't know me, but I'm Jack Bryant, aguest at Ed Maynard's house in Seacote. Now, won't you tell me whenMarjorie's birthday comes?"

"Ah, I've heard of you, Mr. Bryant, " said Grandma Maynard, pleasantly. "I suppose you want to surprise the child with a present or a party. Well, her birthday is next week, --the fifteenth of July. "

"Oh, thank you. She is getting a big girl, isn't she? When, --when didyou see her last?"

Cousin Jack's voice faltered, but the unsuspecting lady, listening, didn't notice it. 

"About two months ago. They were here in May. I love Marjorie, and Iwish I could see her again, but there's little hope of it. She wrote tome last week that they would be in Seacote all summer. "

"Yes, that is their plan, " said Cousin Jack. 

He could say no more, and dropped the receiver without even a good-by. 

But though Grandma Maynard might think him rude or uncourteous, shecould not feel frightened or alarmed for Marjorie's safety, because ofanything he had said. 

"She isn't there, " he said, quietly; "but I still think she started forthere, and now we have a direction in which to look. "

But what a direction! Marjorie, alone, going to New York, endeavoring tofind Grandma Maynard's house, and not getting there! Where had she beenall night? Where was she now?

There were no answers to these questions. And now Mr. Maynard took thehelm. He cast off the apathy that had seemed to paralyze him, and, rising, he began to talk quickly. 

"Helen, " he said, "try to rouse yourself, darling. Keep up a good hope, and be brave, as you have always been. King, I am going out to findMarjorie. You cannot go with me, for I want to leave your mother in yourcare. You have proved yourself manly in your search for your sister, continue to do so in caring for your mother. Ethel, I'd be glad if youwould stay here with Helen, and, Jack, --will you come with me?"

"Of course, " replied Mr. Bryant. 

"And, King, " his father went on, "keep within sound of the telephone. Imay call you at any moment. Get your sleep, my boy, --if I should be goneover night, --but sleep here on the library couch, and then the bell willwaken you. "

"Yes, Father, I'll look after Mother, and I'll be right here if you callme. Where are you going?"

"I don't know, my son. I only know I must hunt for Marjorie with suchhelp and such advice as I can procure. Come on, Jack. "

After affectionate farewells, the two men went away. 

"First for that conductor, " said Mr. Maynard. "I cannot wait tillafternoon; I shall try to reach him by telephone or go to his home. "

At length he learned that the conductor lived in Asbury Park. He was offduty at that hour, and Mr. Maynard tried to get him by telephone, butthe line was out of order. 

"To his house we go, then, " and the two men boarded the first possibletrain. 

At Asbury Park they found his house, but the conductor's wife, Mrs. Fischer, said her husband was asleep and she never disturbed him atthat hour of the day, as he had a long run before him, and needed hisrest. 

But after a few words of explanation of their quest, the good ladybecame sympathetic and helpful. 

"Of course I'll call him, " she cried; "oh, the poor mother! my heartaches for her!"

Mr. Fischer came downstairs, rubbing his eyes. It was about noon, and hewas accustomed to sleep soundly until two o'clock. 

"Why, yes, " he said, in answer to their queries. "I remember that girl. I didn't think much about her, --for a good many children travel alonebetween stations on the shore road. But, somehow, I don't think thatchild went to New York, --no, I don't think she did. "

"Where did she get off?" asked Mr. Maynard, eagerly. 

"Ah, that I don't know. You see, the summer crowds are travelling nowand I don't notice individuals much. "

"Can't you tell by your tickets?" asked Mr. Bryant. 

"No, sir; I don't see's I can. You know, lots of people _did_ go to NewYork on my train, and so, I've lots of New York tickets, but of course Icouldn't tell if I had hers. And yet, --seems to me, --just seems tome, --that child got off at a way station. "

"Then, " said Mr. Maynard, with a businesslike air, "I must telephone ortelegraph or go personally to every way station between Seacote and NewYork. It's a strange case. I can only think my daughter became suddenlydemented; I can think of no other reason for her conduct. Can you, Jack?"

"No, Ed, I can't. And yet, Marjorie is a child who always doesunexpected things. Some crotchet or whimsey of her childish mind _might_account for this strange freak, quite naturally. "

"I can't see how. But we will do what we can. Good-day, Mr. Fischer, andthank you for your help and interest. "

CHAPTER X

JESSICA BROWN

Meantime, where was Marjorie?

To go back to where we left her, in the railroad train, she had fallenasleep from utter exhaustion of nerve and body. 

But her nap was of short duration. She woke with a start, and found, toher surprise, that she was leaning her head against somebody's shoulder. 

She looked up, to see the red-faced man gravely regarding her, though hesmiled as their eyes met. 

"Feel better, little miss?" he said, and again Marjorie felt a strangerepulsion, though he spoke kindly enough. 

Her mind was bewildered, she was nervous and frightened, yet she had apositive conviction that she ought not to talk to this strange man. Shedid not like his face, even if his voice was kind. 

"Yes, thank you, " she said, in distantly polite tones, and again shesqueezed herself over toward the window, and away from her seatmate. Shesat up very straight, trying to act as grown-up as possible, and thenthe train stopped at a large station. There were crowds of peoplehurrying and scurrying about on the platform, and Marjorie was almostsure she had reached Jersey City, where she knew she must change for NewYork. 

She wanted to inquire, but the conductor was not in sight, and shedidn't like to ask the man beside her. 

So she rose, as if to leave the car. 

The red-faced man rose also, and stepped back as she passed him. In amoment she found herself on the platform, and the train soon went on. Everything about the station looked unfamiliar, and glancing up, she sawby a large sign that she was at Newark! She had never before been inNewark, though she knew in a general way where it was. She wentuncertainly into the station, and looked at the clock. It was afterfive. Marjorie knew she could take another train, and proceed to JerseyCity, and so to New York, but her courage had failed her, and shecouldn't bear the thought of travelling any further. 

And yet, how could she stay where she was? Also, she began to feel veryhungry. The exhaustion caused by her emotional grief, and her wearisomejourney, made her feel hollow and faint. 

She sank down on a seat in the waiting-room, sadly conscious of herlonely and desolate situation. 

She tried to summon anew her natural pluck and independence. 

"Marjorie Maynard!" she said, to herself, and then stopped, --overwhelmedby the thought that she had no right even to that name!

Presently a voice beside her said: "Now, little miss, won't you let mehelp you?"

She turned sharply, and looked the red-faced man in the eyes. 

He didn't look very refined, he didn't even look good, but the sound ofa friendly voice was like a straw held out to a drowning man. 

"How can you help me?" she said, miserably. 

"Well, fust off, where've ye set out fur?"

The man was uncultured, but there was a note of sincerity in his speechthat impressed Marjorie, now that she was so friendless and alone. 

"New York, " she replied. 

"Why'd ye get out at Newark?"

"I made a mistake, " she confessed. 

"An' what be ye goin' to do now?"

"I don't know. "

"Ah, jest what I thought! An' then ye ask, how kin I help ye?"

"Well, how can you?"

Under the spur of his strong voice, Marjorie's spirits had revived theleast bit, and she spoke bravely to him. 

"Now, that's more peart-like. Wal, in the fust place I kin take ye homewith me, an' my old woman'll keep ye fer the night, an' I guess that'swhat ye need most. "

"Where do you live?"

"'Bout five miles out in the country. "

"How do you get there?"

"Wal, I ain't got none o' them autymobiles, nor yet no airship; but I'vegot a old nag that can do the piece in an hour or so. "

"Why do you want to take me home with you?" asked Marjorie, for shecouldn't help a feeling that there was something wrong. 

"Why, bless your heart, child, bekase you're alone and forlorn andhungry and all done out. An' it's my privit opinion as how ye've runaway from home. "

"No, not that, " said Midget, sadly; "I haven't any home. "

"Ye don't say so! Wal, wal, never mind fer to-night. You go 'long withme, an' Zeb Geary, he'll look after ye fer a spell, anyhow. "

There was no mistaking the kindness now, and Marjorie looked up into theman's red face with trust and gratitude. 

"I'd be glad to go with you and stay till to-morrow, " she said; "butfirst I want to own up that I didn't 'zactly trust you, --but now I do. "

"Wal, wal, thet shows a nice sperrit! Now, you come along o' me, an'don't try to talk nor nothin'. Jest come along. "

He took Midget's hand, and they went down the steps, and along thestreet for a block or two, to a sort of livery stable. 

"Set here a minute, " said Mr. Geary, and he left Marjorie on a bench, which stood outside, against the building. 

After a time he returned, with an ancient-looking vehicle, known as aRockaway, and a patient, long-suffering horse. 

"Git in back, " he said, and Marjorie climbed in, too tired and sad tocare much whither she might be taken. 

They jogged along at a fair pace, but Mr. Geary, on the front seat, offered no conversation, merely looking back occasionally, as if toassure himself that his guest was still with him. 

After a mile or two, Marjorie began to think more coherently. 

She wondered what she would have done if she hadn't chanced to fall inwith this kind, if rough, friend. 

She wondered whether she could ever have reached Grandma Maynard's housein safety, for the crowds and confusion were much worse than she hadanticipated, and in New York they would be worse still. 

At any rate, she would gladly accept shelter and hospitality for thenight, and continue her journey next day, during the earlier hours. 

It was well after six o'clock when the jogging old horse turned into alane, and finally stopped at a somewhat tumble-down porch. An old womanappeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron. 

"Wal, Zeb, " she called out, "did ye get back?"

"Yes, Sary, an' I brought ye a visitor for the night. "

"A what! Wal, I do declar'!" and Mrs. Geary stepped down and peered intothe back seat of the Rockaway. "Who in creation is that?"

"I don't know, " returned her husband. 

"Ye don't know! I swan, Zeb Geary, you must be plumb crazy! Whar'd yeget her?"

"Thar, thar, now, Sary, don't be askin' questions, but take the porelamb in, an' cuddle her up some. She's plumb beat out!"

"Come on, dearie, " said the old wife, who had caught sight of Marjorie'swinsome face and sad eyes. "Come along o' me, --I'll take keer o' ye. "

Marjorie let herself be helped from the rickety old vehicle, and wentwith her hostess, in at the kitchen door. 

It wasn't an attractive kitchen, such as Eliza's, at Grandma Sherwood's;it was bare and comfortless-looking, though clean and in good order. 

"Now, now, little miss, " said Mrs. Geary, hobbling about, "fust of all, let's get some supper down ye. When did ye eat last?"

"This noon, " said Marjorie, and then, at the remembrance of the happy, merry luncheon table at Seacote, she put her head down on her arms, andsobbed as if she had never cried before. 

"Bless 'ee, bless 'ee, now, my lamb; don't go fer to take on so. There, there, have a sup o' warm milk! Oh, my! my!"

In deference to Mrs. Geary's solicitude, Marjorie tried hard to conquerher sobs, and had finally succeeded, when Mr. Geary came in. 

"Don't bother her any to-night, Mother, " he said, after a sharp glanceat Marjorie; "she's all on edge. Feed her up good, and tuck her intobed. "

"Yes, yes; here, my lamb, here's a nice soft-boiled egg for your tea. You'll like that, now?"

"Thank you, " said Marjorie, her great, dark eyes looking weird in thedimly lighted kitchen. 

After a satisfying supper, Mrs. Geary took the child up to a low, slant-ceiled room, that was as bare and clean as the kitchen. The oldwoman bathed Marjorie's face and hands with unexpected gentleness, andthen helped her to undress. She brought a coarse, plain nightgown of herown, but it was clean and soft, and felt comfortable to the tired child. 

Then she was tucked between coarse sheets, on a hard bed, but so wearywas she that it seemed comfortable. 

Mrs. Geary patted her arm and hummed softly an old hymn-tune, and poorlittle Marjorie dropped asleep almost at once. 

"What do you make of it, Father?" asked the old woman, returning to thekitchen. 

"She run away from her home fer some reason. Said she hadn't got nohome. Stepmother, I shouldn't wonder. We'll find out to-morrow, an' I'lltote her back. "

"Mebbe there'll be a reward. "

"Mebbe so. But we'll do our best by her, reward or no. But if so be theyis one, I'll be mighty glad, fer I had pore luck sellin' that hayto-day. "

"Wal, chirk up, Father; mebbe things'll grow brighter soon. "

"Mebbe they will, Sary, --mebbe they will. "

In her unaccustomed surroundings, Marjorie woke early. The sun was justreddening the eastern horizon, and the birds were chirping in thetrees. 

She had that same sinking of the heart, that same feeling of desolation, but she did not cry, for her nerves were rested, and her brainrefreshed, by her night's sleep. She lay in her poor, plain bed andconsidered the situation. 

"It doesn't matter, " she said, sternly, to herself, "how bad I feelabout it, it's true. I'm not a Maynard, and never was. I don't know whoI am, or what my name is. And I don't believe I'd better go to GrandmaMaynard's. Perhaps she doesn't know I'm not really her granddaughter, and then she wouldn't want me, after all. For I'd have to tell her. So Ijust believe I'll earn my own living and be self-supporting. "

This plan appealed to Marjorie's imagination. It seemed grand and nobleand heroic. Moreover, she was very much in earnest, and in this crisp, early morning she felt braver and stronger than she had felt the nightbefore. 

"Yes, " she thought on, "I ought to earn my living, --for I've no claim onFa--on Mr. Maynard. Perhaps these people here can find me some work todo. At any rate, I'll ask them. "

She jumped up, and dressed herself, for she heard Mr. And Mrs. Gearyalready in the kitchen. 

"My stars!" said her hostess, as she appeared; "how peart you look!Slept good, didn't ye?"

"Fine!" said Midget; "good-morning, both of you. Can't I help you?"

Mrs. Geary was transferring baked apples from a pan to an old crackedplatter. Though unaccustomed to such work, Marjorie was quick and deftat anything, and in a moment she had the apples nicely arranged andplaced on the table. She assisted in other ways, and chattered gayly asshe worked. 

Too gayly, Mrs. Geary thought, and she glanced knowingly at her husband, for they both realized Marjorie's flow of good spirits was forced, --notspontaneous. 

After breakfast was over, Midget said, "Now, I'll wash up the dishes, Mrs. Geary, and you sit down and take a little rest. "

"Land sake, child! I ain't tired. An' you ain't used to this work, I seeyou ain't. "

"That doesn't matter. I can do it, and I must do something to pay for myboard, --I have very little money. "

"Hear the child talk! Wal, you kin help me with the work, a little, an'then we must come to an understandin'. "

Marjorie worked with a nervous haste that betrayed her inexperience aswell as her willingness, and after a time the plain little house was inorder. 

Mr. Geary came in from doing his out-of-door "chores, " and Marjorie sawthe "understandin'" was about to be arrived at. But she was prepared;she had made up her mind as to her course, and was determined to pursueit. 

"Now, fust of all, " said Mr. Geary, kindly, but with decision, "what isyour name?"

"Jessica Brown, " said Marjorie, promptly. 

She had already assured herself that as she had no real right to thename she had always used, she was privileged to choose herself a newone. Jessica had long been a favorite with her, and Brown seemednon-committal. 

Mr. Geary looked at her sharply, but she said the name glibly, andJessica was what he called "highfalutin" enough to fit her evidentstation in life, so he made no comment. 

"Where do you live?" he went on. 

"I have no home, " said Marjorie, steadily; "I am a findling. "

"A what?"

"A findling, --from the asylum. "

The term didn't sound _quite_ right to her, --but she couldn't think ofthe exact word, --and having used it, concluded to stick to it. 

Zeb Geary was not highly educated, but this word, so soberly used, struck his humorous sense, and he put his brawny hand over his mouth tohide his smiles. 

"Yep, " he said, after a moment, "I understand, --I do. And whar'd ye setout fer?"

"I started for New York, but I've decided not to go there. "

"Oh, ye hev, hev ye? An' jes' what do ye calkilate to do?"

"Well, Mr. Geary, " Marjorie looked troubled, --"and Mrs. Geary, I'd_like_ to stay here for a while. I'll work for you, and you can pay meby giving me food and lodging. I s'pose I wouldn't be worth very much atfirst, but I'd learn fast, --you know, --I do everything fast, --Motheralways said so, --I, --I mean, the lady I used to live with, said so. AndI'd try very hard to please you both. If you'd let me stay a while, perhaps you'd learn to like me. You see, I've _got_ to earn my ownliving, and I haven't anywhere to go, and not a friend in the world butyou two. "

These astonishing words, from the pretty, earnest child, in the daintyand fashionable dress of the best people, completely floored the oldcountry couple. 

"Well, I swan!" exclaimed Mr. Geary, while Mrs. Geary said, "My stars!"twice, with great emphasis. 

"Please, " Marjorie went on, "please give me a trial; for I've beenthinking it over, and I don't see what I can possibly do but 'work out. 'Isn't that what you call it? And if I learn some with you, I might workout in New York, later on. "

"Bless your baby heart!" exclaimed Mrs. Geary, wiping her eyes whichwere moist from conflicting emotions. "Stay here you shall, if you wantto, --though land knows we can't well afford the keep of another. "

"Oh, are you too poor to keep me?" cried Marjorie, dismayed. "I don'twant to be a burden to you. I thought I could help enough to pay for my'keep. '"

"So ye kin, dearie, --so ye kin, " said old Zeb, heartily. "We'll fix itsome way, Mother, at least for the present. Now, Jessiky, don't yeworrit a mite more. We'll take keer on ye, and the work ye'll do'llmore'n pay fer all ye'll eat. "

This was noble-hearted bluff on Zeb's part, for he was hard put to it toget food for himself and his old wife. 

He was what is known as "shif'less. " He worked spasmodically, and spenthours dawdling about, accomplishing nothing, on his old neglected farm. 

But, somehow, a latent ambition and energy seemed to reawaken in his oldheart, and he determined to make renewed efforts to "get ahead" for thispretty child's sake. And meantime, if she liked to think she washelping, by such work as those dainty little hands could do, he waswilling to humor her. 

Beside all this, Zeb didn't believe her story. He still thought she hadrun away from a well-to-do home; and he believed it was because of anunloving stepmother. 

But he was not minded to worry the child further with questions at thepresent time, and it was part of his nature calmly to awaitdevelopments. 

"Let it go at that, Mother, " he advised. "Take Jessiky as yourmaid-of-all-work, on trial, "--he smiled at his wife over Marjorie'sbowed head, --"an' ef she's a good little worker, we'll keep her fer thepresent. "

"My stars!" said Mrs. Geary, and then sat in helpless contemplation ofthese surprising events. 

"And I _will_ be a good worker!" declared Marjorie, "and perhaps, sometime, we can sort of decorate the house, and make it sort of, --sortof prettier. "

"We can't spend nothin', " declared Mr. Geary, "'cause we ain't gotnothin' to spend. So don't think we kin, little miss. "

"No, " said Marjorie, smiling at him, "but I mean, decorate with wildflowers, or even branches of trees, or pine cones or things like that. "

A lump came in Midget's throat, as she remembered how often she had"decorated" with these things in honor of some gay festivity at home. 

Oh, what were they doing there, now? Had they missed her? Would theylook for her? They _never_ could find her tucked away here in thecountry. 

And Kitty! What _would_ she say when she heard of it? And _all_ of them!And Mother, --_Mother_!

But all this heart outcry was silent. Her kind old friends heard no wordor murmur of complaint or dissatisfaction. If the forlorn old house weredistasteful to Marjorie, she didn't show it; if her room seemed to heruninhabitable, nobody knew it from her. She ran out to the fields, andreturned with an armful of ox-eyed daisies, and bunches of clover; and, with some grapevine trails, she made a real transformation of the dingy, bare walls. 

"Well, I swan!" Mr. Geary said, when he saw it; and his wife exclaimed, "My stars!"

CHAPTER XI

THE REUNION

After leaving the conductor's house in Asbury Park, Mr. Maynard and Mr. Bryant went to a telephone office, and pursued the plan of calling upevery railroad station along the road between Seacote and New York. 

But no good news was the result. It was difficult to get speech with thestation men, and none of them especially remembered seeing a little girlof Marjorie's description get off the train. 

"What can we do next?" asked Mr. Maynard, dejectedly; "I can't go homeand sit down to wait for police investigation. I doubt if they couldever find Marjorie. I _must_ do something. "

"It seems a formidable undertaking, " said Mr. Bryant, "to go to each ofthese way stations; and yet, Ed, I can't think of anything else to do. We have traced her to the train, and on it. She must have left itsomewhere, and we must discover where. "

Mr. Maynard looked at his watch. 

"Jack, " he said, "it is nearly time for that very train to stop here. Let us get on that, and we may get some word of her from the trainmenother than the conductor. "

"Good idea! and meanwhile we'll have just time to snatch a sandwichsomewhere; which we'd better do, as you've eaten nothing sincebreakfast. "

"Neither have you, old chap; come on. "

After a hasty luncheon, the two men boarded at Asbury Park, the sametrain which Marjorie had taken at Seacote the day before. ConductorFischer greeted them, and called his trainmen, one by one, to bequestioned. 

"Sure!" said one of them, at last, "I saw that child, or a girl dressedas you describe, get off this train at Newark. She was a plump littlebody, and pretty, but mighty woe-begone lookin'. She was in comp'ny witha big, red-faced man, a common, farmer-lookin' old fellow. It struck mequeer at the time, them two should be mates. "

Mr. Maynard's heart sank. This looked like kidnapping. But the knowledgeof where Marjorie had alighted was help of some sort, at least. 

After discussing further details of her dress and appearance, Mr. Maynard concluded that it was, indeed, Midget who had left the train atNewark with the strange man, and so he concluded to get off there also. 

"We're on the trail, now, " said Jack Bryant, cheerily; "we're sure tofind her. "

Mr. Maynard, though not quite so hopeful, felt a little encouraged, andimpatiently the two men sprang off the train at Newark. Into the stationthey went and interviewed an attendant there. 

"Yep, " he replied, "I seen that kid. She was with old Zeb Geary, an' itgot me, what he was doin' with a swell kid like her!"

"Where did they go?" asked Mr. Maynard, eagerly. 

"I dunno. Prob'ly he went home. He lives out in the country, and hetakes a little jaunt down to the shore now and then. He's sort ofeccentric, --thinks he can sell his farm stuff to the hotel men, better'nany other market. "

"How can I get to his house?"

"Wanter see Zeb, do you? Well, he has his own rig, not very nobby, butsafe. I guess you could get a rig at that stable 'cross the way. An'they can tell you how to go. "

"Couldn't I get a motor-car?"

"Likely you could. Go over there and ask the man. "

The station attendant had duties, and was not specially interested in astranger's queries, so, having rewarded him, as they thought hedeserved, the two men hastened over to the livery stable. 

"Zeb Geary?" said the stable keeper. "Why, yes, he lives five miles outof town. He leaves his old horse here when he goes anywhere on thetrain. It's no ornament to my place, but I keep it for the old fellow. He's a character in his way. Yes, he went out last night and a littlegirl with him. "

"Could we get a motor here, to go out there?"

"Right you are! I've good cars and good chauffeurs. "

In a few moments, therefore, Mr. Maynard and Mr. Bryant were speedingaway toward Zeb Geary, and, as they hoped, toward Marjorie. 

While the car was being made ready, Mr. Maynard had telephoned to Kingthat they had news of Marjorie, and hoped soon to find her. He thoughtbest to relieve the minds of the dear ones at home to this extent, evenif their quest should prove fruitless, after all. 

"I can't understand it, " said Mr. Maynard, as they flew along thecountry roads. "This Geary person doesn't sound like a kidnapper, yetwhy else would Midget go with him?"

"I'm only afraid it _wasn't_ Marjorie, " returned Mr. Bryant. "But weshall soon know. "

 * * * * *

Marjorie had worked hard all day. Partly because she wanted to proveherself a good worker, and partly because, if she stopped to think, hertroubles seemed greater than she could bear. 

But a little after five o'clock everything was done, supper prepared, and the child sat down on the kitchen steps to rest. She was tired, sad, and desolate. The slight excitement of novelty was gone, the bravery andcourage of the morning hours had disappeared, and a great wave ofhomesickness enveloped her very soul. She was too lonely and homesickeven to cry, and she sat, a pathetic, drooped little figure, on the oldtumble-down porch. 

She heard the toot of a motor-horn, but it was a familiar sound to her, and she paid no attention to it. Then she heard it again, very near, andlooked up to see her father and Cousin Jack frantically waving, as thecar fairly flew, over many minor obstacles, straight to that kitchendoorway. 

"Marjorie!" cried Mr. Maynard, leaping out before the wheels had fairlystopped turning, and in another instant she was folded in that dear oldembrace. 

"Oh, Father, Father!" she cried, hysterically clinging to him, "take mehome, take me home!"

"Of course I will, darling, " said Mr. Maynard's quivering voice, as heheld her close and stroked her hair with trembling fingers. "That's whatwe've come for. Here's Cousin Jack, too. "

And then Midget felt more kisses on her forehead, and a hearty pat onher back, as a voice, not quite steady, but determinedly cheerful, said: "Brace up now, Mehitabel, we want you to go riding with us. "

Marjorie looked up, with a sudden smile, and then again buried her faceon her father's shoulder and almost strangled him as she flung her armsround his neck. Then she drew his head down, while she whispered faintlyin his ear. Three times she had to repeat the words before he couldcatch them:

"Are you my father?" he heard at last. The fear flashed back upon himthat Midget's mind was affected, but he only held her close to him, andsaid, gently, "Yes, Marjorie darling, my own little girl, " and the quietassurance of his tone seemed to content her. 

"Wal, wal! an' who be you, sir?" exclaimed a gruff voice, and Mr. Maynard looked up to see Zeb Geary approaching from the barn. 

"You are Mr. Geary, I'm sure, " said Cousin Jack, advancing; "we havecome for this little girl. "

"Wal, I'm right down glad on't! I jest knew that purty child had a homeand friends, though she vowed she hadn't. "

"And you've been kind to her, and we want to thank you! And this is Mrs. Geary?"

"Yep, that's Sary. Come out here, Mother, and see what's goin' on. "

Out of shyness, Mrs. Geary had watched proceedings from the kitchenwindow, but fortified by her husband's presence, she appeared in thedoorway. 

"They've been so good to me, Father, " said Marjorie, still nestling inhis sheltering arms. 

"Wal, we jest done what we could, " said Mrs. Geary. "I knowed thatJessiky belonged to fine people, but she didn't want to tell us nothin', so we didn't pester her. "

"And we ain't askin' nothin' from you, neither, " spoke up Zeb. "She's asweet, purty child, an' as good as they make 'em. An' when she wants totell you all about it, she will. As fer us, --we've no call to know. "

"Now, that's well said!" exclaimed Mr. Bryant, holding out his hand tothe old man. "And, for the present, we're going to take you at yourword. If you agree, we're going to take this little girl right off withus, because her mother is anxiously awaiting news of her safety. Andperhaps, sometime later, we'll explain matters fully to you. Meantime, Ihope you'll permit us to leave with you a little expression of ourappreciation of your real kindness to our darling, and our gratitude ather recovery. "

A few whispered words passed between the two gentlemen, and then, aftera moment's manipulation of his fountain pen and checkbook, Mr. Bryanthanded to old Zeb Geary a slip of paper that took his breath away. 

"I can't rightly thank you, sir, " he said, brokenly; "I done no more'nmy duty; but if so be's you feel to give me this, I kin only say, Blessye fer yer goodness to them that has need!"

"That's all right, Mr. Geary, " said Cousin Jack, touched by the oldman's emotion; "and now, Ed, let's be going. "

Mrs. Geary brought Marjorie's hat and her little purse, and in anothermoment they were flying along the country road toward Newark. 

Marjorie said nothing at all, but cuddled into her father's arm, and nowand then drew long, deep sighs, as if still troubled. 

But he only held her closer, and murmured words of endearment, leavingher undisturbed by questions about her strange conduct. 

In Newark they telephoned the joyful news to Mrs. Maynard, and then tookthe first train to Seacote. 

All through the two-hour ride, Marjorie slept peacefully, with herfather's arm protectingly round her. 

The two men said little, being too thankful that their quest wassuccessfully ended. 

"But I think her mind is all right, " whispered Mr. Maynard, as Mr. Bryant leaned over from the seat behind. "She has some kind of a crazynotion in her head, --but when she's thoroughly rested and wide awake, wecan straighten it all out. "

The Maynards' motor was waiting at Seacote station, and after a fewmoments' ride, Marjorie was again in the presence of her own dearpeople. 

"Mother, _Mother_!" she cried, in a strange, uncertain voice, and flewto the outstretched arms awaiting her. 

Though unnerved herself, Mrs. Maynard clasped her daughter close andsoothed the poor, quivering child. 

"_Are_ you my mother?" wailed Marjorie, in agonized tones; "_are_ you?"

"Yes, my child, _yes_!" and there was no doubting that mother-voice. 

"Then why, --_why_ did you tell Mrs. Corey I was a findling?"

"Tell Mrs. Corey _what_?"

"Why, when I was practising, you were talking to her, and I heard youtell her that you took me from an asylum when I was a baby, --and that Ididn't really belong to you and Father?"

"Oh, Marjorie! Oh, my baby!" and dropping into the nearest armchair, with Marjorie in her lap, Mrs. Maynard laughed and cried together. 

"Oh, Ed, " she exclaimed, looking at her husband, "it's thosetheatricals! Listen, Marjorie, darling. Our Dramatic Club is going togive a play called 'The Stepmother, ' and Mrs. Corey and I were learningour parts. That's what you heard!"

"Truly, mother?"

"Truly, of course, you little goosie-girl! And so you ran away?"

"Yes; I couldn't stay here if I wasn't your little girl, --andFather's, --and King's sister, --and all. And you said I was differentfrom your own children and, ----"

"There, there, darling, it's all right now. And we'll hear the rest ofyour story to-morrow. Now, we're going to have some supper, and thentuck you in your own little bed where you belong. Have you had yoursupper?"

"No, --but I set the table, " and Marjorie began to smile at therecollection of the Geary kitchen. "You see, Mother, I've beenmaid-of-all-work. "

"And now you've come back to be maid-of-all-play, as usual, " broke inCousin Jack, who didn't want the conversation to take a serious turn, for all present were under stress of suppressed emotion. 

"I say, Mops, you ought to have known better, " was King's brotherlycomment, but he pulled off her black hair-ribbons in the old, comforting way, and Midget grinned at him. 

"Let's dispense with these trappings of woe, " said Cousin Jack, droppingthe black ribbons in a convenient waste-basket. 

So Midget went out to supper without any ribbons, her mop of curlstumbling all over her head and hanging down her shoulders. 

"My, but I'm hungry!" she said, as she saw once again her own hometable, with its pretty appointments and appetizing food. 

"You bet you are!" said King, appreciatively; "tell us what you had toeat in the rural district. "

"Boiled beef, " said Midget, smiling; "and gingerbread and turnips!"

"Not so awful worse, " commented King. 

"No? Well, s'pose you try it once! I like these croquettes and Saratogapotatoes a whole heap better!"

"Well, I 'spect I do, too. I say, Mops, I'm glad you didn't break yourword to come out and play, --at least, not intentionally. "

"No, I never break my word. But I guess if you thought you didn't haveany father or mother or brother or sister, you'd forget all about goingout to play, too. "

"I haven't any brother, " said King, looking very sad and forlorn. 

"I'll be a brother to you, " declared Cousin Jack, promptly; "you behavedlike a man, last night, old fellow, --and I'm proud to claim you as a manand a brother. "

"Pooh, I didn't do anything, " said King, modestly. 

"Yes, you did, " said his mother. "You were fine, my son. And I nevercould have lived through to-day without you, either. "

"Dear old Kingsy-wingsy!" said Midget, looking at him with shining eyes. And then, --for it was their long-established custom, --she tweaked hisWindsor scarf untied. 

As this was a mark of deep affection, King only grinned at her andretied it, with an ease and grace born of long practice. 

"Well, Mehitabel, " said Cousin Jack, "I always said you were a child whocould do the most unexpected things. Here you've been and turned thiswhole house upside down and had us all nearly crazy, --and here you areback again as smiling as a basket of chips. And yet you did nothing forwhich any one could blame you!"

"Indeed they _can't_ blame her!" spoke up Mrs. Maynard; "the childthought I was talking to Mrs. Corey, instead of reading my part in theplay. Marjorie sha'n't be blamed a bit!"

"That's just what I said, " repeated Cousin Jack, smiling at themother's quick defense of her child; "why, if anybody told me I wasa, --what do you call it?--a findling, --I'd run away, too!"

"Don't run away, " said Cousin Ethel, laughing. "I'd have to run withyou, or you'd get lost for keeps. And I'd rather stay here. But I thinkwe must be starting for Bryant Bower, and leave this reunited family toget along for awhile without our tender care. "

"But don't think we don't realize how much we are indebted to you, " saidMr. Maynard, earnestly, for the two good friends in need had beenfriends indeed to the distracted parents. 

"Well, you can have a set of resolutions engrossed and framed for us, "said Cousin Jack, "or, better yet, you can give me a dollar bill, infull of all accounts. By the way, Mehitabel, it's lucky you came homefrom your little jaunt in time for your birthday. I incidentally learnedthat it will be here soon, and we're going to have a celebration thatwill take the roof right off this house!"

"All right, Cousin Jack; I'm ready for anything, now that I know I'vegot a father and mother. "

"And a brother, " supplemented King, "and _such_ a brother!" He rolledhis eyes as if in ecstasy at the thought of his own perfections, andMarjorie lovingly pinched his arm. 

"And a couple of sisters, " added Cousin Ethel; "I like to speak up forthe absent. "

"Yes, and two dearest, darlingest cousins, " said Marjorie, gleefully. "Oh, I think I've got the loveliest bunch of people in the wholeworld!"

CHAPTER XII

A LETTER OF THANKS

"Mother, " said Marjorie, the next day, "what is a bread-and-butterletter?"

"Why, dearie, that's a sort of a humorous term for a polite note ofacknowledgment, such as one writes to a hostess after making a visit. "

"Yes, that's what I thought. So I'm going to write one to Mrs. Geary. "

"You may, if you like, my child; but, you know your father gave thoseold people money for their care of you. "

"Yes, I know; but that's different. And I think they'd appreciate aletter. "

"Very well, write one, if you like. Shall I help you?"

"No, thank you. King and I are going to do it together. "

"What did you call it, Mops?" asked her brother, as she returned to thelibrary, where he sat, awaiting her. 

"A bread-and-butter letter; Mother says it's all right. "

"Well, but you had other things to eat besides bread and butter. "

"Yes, but that's just the name of it. Now, how would you begin it, King?"

"'Dear Mrs. Geary, ' of course. "

"Well, but I want it to be to him, too. He was real nice, --in his queerway. And if he hadn't looked after me, where would I have been?"

"That's so. Well, say, 'Dear Mr. And Mrs. Geary, both. '"

So Marjorie began:

 "'Dear Mr. And Mrs. Geary Both: "'This is a bread-and-butter letter----'"

"I tell you, Mops, they won't like it. They're not up in social doings, and they won't understand that bread and butter means all the things. Ithink you ought to put 'em all in. "

"Well, I will then. How's this?

 "'--and a turnip letter, and a boiled-beef letter, and a baked-apple letter, and a soft-boiled egg letter. '"

"That's better. It may not sound like the fashionable people write, butit will please them. Now thank them for taking care of you. "

 "'I thank you a whole heap for being so good to me, and speaking kindly to me in the railroad train, when I wasn't so very polite to you. '"

"Weren't you, Mops?"

"No; I squeezed away from him, 'cause I thought he was rough and rude. "

"Well, you can't tell him that. "

"No; I'll say this:

 "'I wasn't very sociable, Sir, because I have been taught not to talk to strangers, but, of course, those rules, when made, did not know I would be obliged to run away. '"

"You weren't _obliged_ to, Midget. "

"Yes I was, King! I just simply _couldn't_ stay here if I didn't belong, could I? Could you?"

"No, I s'pose not. I'd go off and go to work. "

"Well, isn't that what I did?

 "'But you were kind and good to me, Mr. Geary and Mrs. Geary Both, and I am very much obliged. I guess I didn't work very well for you, but I am out of practice, and I haven't much talent for houseworking, anyway. _You_ seem to have, dear Mrs. Geary. '

"That's a sort of a compliment, King. Really, she isn't a very goodhousekeeper. "

"Oh, that's all right. It's like when people say you have musicaltalent, and you know you play like the dickens. "

"Yes, I do. Well, now I'll finish this, then we can go down to thebeach. "

 "'And so, dear Mr. And Mrs. Geary Both, I write to say I am much obliged----'

"Oh, my gracious, King, I ought to tell them how it happened. About mymistake, you know, thinking Mother was talking in earnest. "

"Oh, don't tell 'em all that, you'll _never_ get it done. But I supposethey are curious to know. Well, cut it short. "

 "'You see, dear Mr. And Mrs. Geary Both, I am not a findling, as I supposed. '"

"That's not findling, Midget, --you mean foundling. "

"I don't think so. And, anyway, they mean just the same, --I'm going toleave it. 

 "'I find I have quite a large family, with a nice father and mother, some sisters and a brother. You saw my father. Also, I have lovely cousins and four grand-parents and an uncle. So you see I am well supplied with this world's goods. So now, good-by, dear Mr. And Mrs. Geary Both, and with further thanks and obliges, I am, "'Your friend, "'MARJORIE MAYNARD. 

 "'P. S. The Jessica Brown was a made-up name. '

"Do you think that's all right, King?"

"Yep, it's fine! Seal her up, and write the address and leave it on thehall table, and come on. "

And so the "bread-and-butter" letter went to Mr. And Mrs. Geary both, and was kept and treasured by them as one of their choicest possessions. 

"I knew she was a little lady by the way she pretended not to notice ourpoor things, " said old Zeb. 

"I knew by her petticoats, " said his wife. 

 * * * * *

And so the episode of Marjorie's runaway passed into history. Mrs. Maynard, at first, wanted to give up her part in the play of "TheStepmother, " but she was urged by all to retain it, and so she did. AsMr. Maynard said, it was the merest coincidence that Marjorie overheardthe words without knowing why they were spoken, and there was nopossibility of such a thing ever happening again. So Mrs. Maynard kepther part in the pretty little comedy, but she never repeated thosesentences that had so appalled poor Marjorie, without a thrill of sorrowfor the child and a thrill of gladness for her quick and saferestoration to them. 

And the days hurried on, bringing Marjorie's birthday nearer and nearer. 

On the fifteenth of July she would be thirteen years old. 

"You see, " said Cousin Jack, who was, as usual, Director General of thecelebration, "you see, Mehitabel, thirteen is said to be an unluckynumber. "

"And must I be unlucky all the year?" asked Marjorie, in dismay. 

"On the contrary, my child. We will eradicate the unluck from thenumber, --we will cut the claws of the tiger, --and draw the fangs of theserpent. In other words, we shall so override and overrule that foolishsuperstition about thirteen being unlucky that we shall prove thecontrary. "

"Hooray for you, Cousin Jack! I'm lucky to have you around for thisparticular birthday, I think. "

"You're always lucky, Mehitabel, and you always will be. You see, thisbusiness they call Luck is largely a matter of our own will-power anddetermination. Now, I propose to consider thirteen a lucky number, andbefore your birthday is over, you'll agree with me, I know. "

"I 'spect I shall, Cousin Jack. And I'm much obliged to you. "

"That's right, Mehitabel. Always be grateful to your elders. They do alot for you. "

"You needn't laugh, Cousin Jack. You're awful good to me. "

"Good to myself, you mean. Not having any olive-branches of my own, Ihave to play with my neighbors'. As I understand it, Mehitabel, you'reto have a party on this birthday of yours. "

"Yes, sir-ee, sir! Mother says I can invite as many as I like. You knowthere are lots of girls and boys down here that I know, but I don't knowthem as well as I do the Craigs and Hester. But at a party, I'll askthem all. "

"All right. Now, this is going to be a Good-Luck Party, to counteractthat foolish thirteen notion. You don't need to know all about thedetails. Your mother and I will plan it all, and you can just be thelucky little hostess. "

So Marjorie was not admitted to the long confabs between her mother andCousin Jack. She didn't mind, for she knew perfectly well thatdelightful plans were being made for the party, and they would all becarried out. But there was much speculation in Sand Court as to what thefun would be. 

"I know it will be lovely, " said Hester, with a sigh. "You are theluckiest girl I ever saw, Marjorie. You always have all the good times. "

"Why, Hester, don't you have good times, too?"

"Not like you do. Your mother and father, and those Bryants just dothings for you all the time. I don't think it's fair!"

"Well, your mother does things for you, --all mothers do, " said TomCraig. 

"Not as much as Marjorie's. My mother said so. She said she never sawanything like the way Marjorie Maynard is petted. And it makes her stuckup and spoiled!"

"Did your mother say my sister was stuck-up and spoiled?" demanded King, flaring up instantly. 

"Well, --she didn't say just that, --but she is, all the same!" And Hesterscowled crossly at Midget. 

"Why, Hester Corey, I am not!" declared Marjorie. "What do I do that'sstuck-up?"

"Oh, you think yourself so smart, --and you always want to bosseverything. "

"Maybe I am too bossy, " said Marjorie, ruefully, for she knew that sheloved to choose and direct their games. 

"Yes, you are! and I'm not going to stand it!"

"All right, Hester Corey, you can get out of this club, then, " said Tom, glaring at her angrily; "Marjorie Maynard is Queen, anyway, and if shehasn't got a right to boss, who has?"

"Well, she's been Queen long enough. Somebody else ought to have achance. "

"Huh!" spoke up Dick; "a nice queen you'd make, wouldn't you? I s'posethat's what you want! You're a bad girl, Hester Corey!"

"I am not, neither!"

"You are, too!"

"Jiminy Crickets!" exclaimed King; "can't this Club get along withoutscrapping? If not, the Club'd better break up. I'm ashamed of you, Dick, to hear you talk like that!"

"Hester began it, " said Dick, sullenly. 

"Oh, yes; blame it all on Hester!" cried that angry maiden, herself;"blame everything on Hester, and nothing on Marjorie. Dear, sweet, angelMarjorie!"

"Now, Hester Corey, you stop talking about my sister like that, or I'llget mad, " stormed King. "She's Queen of this Club, and she's got a rightto boss. And you needn't get mad about it, either. "

"You can be Queen, if you want to, Hester, " said Midget, slowly. "Iguess I am a pig to be Queen all the time. "

"No, you're not!" shouted Tom. "If Hester's Queen, I resign myself fromthis Club! So there, now!"

"Go on, and resign!" said Hester; "nobody cares. I'm going to be Queen, Marjorie said I could. Give me your crown, Marjorie. "

Midget didn't want to give up her crown a bit, but she had a strongsense of justice, and it did seem that Hester ought to have her turn atbeing Queen. So she began to lift the crown from her head, when Kinginterposed:

"Don't you do it, Midget! We can't change Queens in a minute, like that!If we _do_ change, it's got to be by election and nomination and thingslike that. "

"It isn't!" screamed Hester; "I won't have it so! I'm going to beQueen!"

She fairly snatched the crown from Marjorie's head, and whisked it ontoher own head. 

As it had been made to fit Midget's thick mop of curls, it was too bigfor Hester, and came down over her ears, and well over her eyes. 

"Ho! ho!" jeered Dick; "a nice Queen you look! Ho! ho!"

But by this time Hester was in one of her regular tantrums. 

"I _will_ be Queen!" she shrieked; "I will, I tell you!"

"Come on, Mops, let's go home, " said King, quietly. 

The Maynard children were unaccustomed to outbursts of temper, and Kingdidn't know exactly what to say to the little termagant. 

"All right, we'll go home, too, " said Tom; "come on, boys!"

They all started off, leaving Hester in solitary possession of SandCourt. 

The child, when in one of her rages, had an ungovernable temper, and, left alone, she vented it by smashing everything she could. She upsetthe throne, tore down the decorations, and flew around like a wildcat. 

Marjorie, who had turned to look at her, said:

"You go on, King; I'm going back to speak to Hester. "

"I'm afraid she'll hurt you, " objected King. 

"No, she won't; I'll be kind to her. "

"All right, Midge; a soft answer turneth away rats, but I don't knowabout wildcats!"

"Well, you go on. " And Marjorie turned, and went back to Sand Court. 

"Say, Hester, " she began a little timidly. 

"Go away from here, Stuck-up! Spoiled child! I don't want to see you!"

As a matter of fact, Hester presented a funny sight. She was a plainchild, and her shock of red hair was straight and untractable. Herscowling face was flushed with anger, and the gold paper crown waspushed down over one ear in ridiculous fashion. 

Marjorie couldn't help laughing, which, naturally, only irritated Hesterthe more. 

"Yes, giggle!" she cried; "old Smarty-Cat! old Proudy!"

"Oh, Hester, don't!" said Midget, bursting into tears. "How can you beso cross to me? I don't mean to be stuck-up and proud, and I don't thinkI am. You can be Queen if you want to, and we'll have the election thingall right. Please don't be so mean to me!"

"Can I be Queen?" demanded Hester, a little mollified; "can I, really?"

"Why, yes, if the boys agree. They have as much say as I do. "

"They don't either! You have all the say! You always do! Now, promiseyou'll make the boys let me be Queen, or, --or I won't play!"

Hester ended her threat rather lamely, as she couldn't think of any direpunishment which she felt sure she could carry out. 

"I promise, " said Marjorie, who really felt it was just that Hestershould be Queen for a time. 

"All right, then, " and Hester's stormy face cleared a little. "See thatyou keep your promise. "

"I always keep my promises, " said Marjorie, with dignity; "and I'll tellyou what I think of _you_, Hester Corey! I think you ought to beQueen, --it _isn't_ fair for me to be it all the time. But I think youmight have asked me in a nicer way, and not call names, and smash thingsall about! There, that's what I think!" and Marjorie glared at her inrighteous indignation. 

"Maybe I ought, " said Hester, suddenly becoming humble, as is the way ofhot-tempered people after gaining their point. "I've got an awfultemper, Marjorie, but I can't help it!"

"You _can_ help it, Hester; you don't try. "

"Oh, it's all very well for you to talk! You never have anything tobother you! Nothing goes wrong, and everybody spoils you! Why should_you_ have a bad temper?"

"Now, Hester, don't be silly! You have just as good a home and just askind friends as I have. "

"No, I haven't! Nobody likes me. And everybody likes you. Why, the Craigboys think you're made of gold!"

Marjorie laughed. "Well, Hester, it's _your_ own fault if they don'tthink you are, too. But how can they, when you fly into these rages andtear everything to pieces?"

"Well, they make me so mad, I have to! Now, I'm going home, and I'mgoing to stay there till you do as you promised, and get the boys to letme be Queen. "

"Well, I'll try----" began Marjorie, but Hester had flung the torn giltcrown on the ground, and stalked away toward home. Midget picked up thecrown and tried to straighten it out, but it was battered past repair. 

"I'll make a new one, " she thought, "and I'll try to make the boys agreeto having Hester for Queen. But I don't believe Tom will. I know it'sselfish for me to be Queen all the time, and I don't want to beselfish. "

Seeing Hester go away, Tom came back, and reached Sand Court just asMidget was about to leave. 

"Hello, Queen Sandy!" he called out; "wait a minute. I saw that spitfiregoing away, so I came back. Now, look here, Mopsy Maynard, don't you letthat old crosspatch be Queen!"

"I can't, unless we all elect her, " returned Midget, smiling at Tom;"but I wish you would agree to do that. It isn't fair, Tom, for me tobe Queen all the time. "

"Why isn't it? It's your Club! You got it up, and Hester came and pokedherself in where she wasn't wanted. "

"Well, we took her in, and now we ought to be kind to her. "

"Kind to such an old Meany as she is!"

"Don't call her names, Tom. I don't believe she can help flying into atemper, and then, when she gets mad, she doesn't care what she says. "

"I should think she didn't! Well, make her Queen if you want to, but ifyou do, you can get somebody else to take my place. "

"Oh, Tom, don't act like that, " and Marjorie looked at him, withpleading eyes. 

"Yes, I _will act_ like that! Just exactly like that! I won't belong toany Court that Hester Corey is queen of!"

Marjorie sighed. What _could_ she do with this intractable boy? And, shealmost knew that King would feel the same way. Perhaps, if she could winTom over to her way of thinking, King might be more easily influenced. 

"Tom, " she began, "don't you like me?"

"Yes, I do. You're the squarest girl I ever knew. "

"Then, don't you think you might do this much for me?"

"What much?"

"Why, just let Hester be Queen for a while. "

"No, I don't. That wouldn't be any favor to you. "

"Yes, it would. If I ask you, and you refuse, I'll think you're realunkind. And yet you say you like me!"

Marjorie had struck a right chord in the boy's heart. He didn't wantHester for Queen, but still less did he want to refuse Midget herearnest request. 

"Oh, pshaw!" he said, digging his toe in the sand; "if you put it thatway, I'll _have_ to say yes. Don't put it that way, Midget. "

"Yes, I _will_ put it that way! And if you're my friend, you'll say yes, yourself, and then you'll help me to make the other boys say yes. Willyou?"

"Yes, I s'pose so, " said Tom, looking a little dubious. 

CHAPTER XIII

THIRTEEN!

Marjorie's thirteenth birthday dawned bright and clear. 

Her opening eyes rested on some strange thing sticking up at the foot ofher bed, but a fully-awakened glance proved it to be a big No. 13, painted on a square of white pasteboard, and decorated with paintedfour-leaved clovers. 

The motto "Good Luck" was traced in ornamental letters, and the wholewas in a narrow wood frame. 

"That's my birthday greeting from Cousin Jack and Cousin Ethel!"Marjorie said to herself; "I recognize her lovely painting, and it'sjust like them, anyway. I'll hang that on my bedroom wall, till I'm asold as Methusaleh. "

"Happy Birthday, darling!" said her mother, coming in, and sitting onthe side of the bed; "many happy returns of the day. "

"Oh, dearie Mother! I'm so glad I've got you! and I'm _so_ glad you'rereally my very own mother! Give me thirteen kisses, please, ma'am!"

"Merry Birthday, Midget!" called her father, through the crack of thedoor. "You two had better stop that love-feast and get down tobreakfast!"

So Marjorie sprang up, and made haste with her bathing and dressing, sothat in less than half an hour she was dancing downstairs to begin herLucky Birthday. Her presents were heaped round her plate, and theparcels were so enticing in appearance, that she could scarcely eat forimpatience. 

"Breakfast first, " decreed her father, "or I fear you'll become soexcited you'll never eat at all. "

So Marjorie contented herself with pinching and punching the bundles, while she ate peaches and cream and cereal. 

"Oh, what _is_ in this squnchy one?" she cried, feeling of a looselydone-up parcel. "It smells so sweet, and it crackles like silk!"

"Kitty sent that, " answered her mother, smiling, "and she wrote me thatshe made it herself. "

But at last the cereal-saucer was empty, and the ribbons could beuntied. 

Kitty's gift proved to be a lovely bag, of pink and blue Dresden silk. 

"What's it for?" asked King, not much impressed with its desirability. 

"Oh, for anything!" cried Marjorie. "Handkerchiefs, --orhair-ribbons, --or, --or just to hang up and look pretty. "

"Pretty foolish, " opined King, but he greeted with joy the opening ofthe next bundle. 

"Jumping Hornets!" he exclaimed; "isn't that a beauty! _Just_ what Iwanted!"

"Whose birthday is this, anyhow?" laughed Marjorie, as she carefullyunrolled the tissue-paper packing from a fine microscope. Uncle Stevehad sent it, and it was both valuable and practical, and a thing thechildren had long wished for. 

"Well, you'll let a fellow take a peep once in a while, won't you?"

"Yes, if you'll be goody-boy, " said Midget, patronizingly. 

Grandma Sherwood's gift was a cover for a sofa-pillow, of rich Orientalfabric, embroidered in gold thread. 

"Just the thing for my couch, at home, " said Midget, greatly pleased. 

"Just the thing to pitch at you, after it gets stuffed, " commented King. "Go on, Mops, open the big one. "

The big one proved to be a case, from Mother and Father, containing acomplete set of brushes and toilet articles for Marjorie'sdressing-table. They were plain shapes, of ivory, with her monogram oneach in dark blue. 

"Gorgeous!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Just what I longedfor, --and so much nicer than silver, 'cause that has to be cleaned everyminute. Oh, Mothery, they are lovely, and Fathery, too. Consideryourselves kissed thirteen hundred times! Oh, what's this?"

"That's my present, " said King. "Open it carefully, Mops. "

She did so, and revealed a pincushion, but a pincushion so befrilled andbelaced and beflowered one could scarce tell what it was. 

"I picked it out myself, " said King, with obvious pride in hisselection. "I know how you girls love flummadiddles, and I took the veryflummadiddlyest the old lady had. Like it, Mops?"

"Like it! I _love_ it! I adore it! And it will go fine with this beautyivory set. "

"Yes, you'll have a Louis Umpsteenth boudoir, when you get back toRockwell. "

"I shan't use it down here, " said Marjorie, fingering the pretty trifle, "for the sea air spoils such things. But when I get home I'll fix myroom all up gay, --may I, Mother?"

"I 'spect so. It's time you had a new wallpaper, anyway, and we'll getone with little pink rosebuds to match King's pincushion. "

The Bryants' gift came next. 

It was in a small jeweller's box, and was a slender gold neck chain andpendant, representing a four-leafed clover in green enamel on gold, onone petal of which were the figures thirteen in tiny diamonds. 

"Oh, ho! Diamonds!" cried King. "You're altogether too young to weardiamonds, Mops. Better give it to me for a watch fob. "

"I'm not, am I, Father?" said Marjorie, turning troubled eyes to herfather. 

"No, Midget. Not those little chips of stones. A baby could wear those. And by the way, where is Baby's gift?"

"My p'esent!" cried Rosy Posy, who had sat until now silent, inadmiration of the unfolding wonders. "My p'esent, Middy! It's apalumasol!"

"Then it's this long bundle, " said Marjorie, and she unwrapped abeautiful little parasol of embroidered white linen. 

"Oh, Rosy Posyeums!" she cried. "This is _too booful_! I never saw sucha pretty one!"

"Me buyed it! Me and Muvver! Oh, it's _too_ booful!" and the baby kickedher fat, bare legs in glee at her own gift. 

Grandma and Grandpa Maynard sent a silver frame, containing theirphotographs, and Grandma sent also a piece of fine lace, which was tobe laid away until Marjorie was old enough to put it to use. It was hercustom to send such a piece each year, and Marjorie's collection wasalready a valuable one. 

There were many small gifts and cards from friends in Rockwell, and fromsome of the Seacote children, and when all were opened, Midget beggedKing to help her take them to the living-room, where they might bedisplayed on a table. 

And then the Bryants arrived, and the house rang with their greetingsand congratulations. 

"Unlucky Midget!" cried Cousin Jack. "Poor little unlucky Mopsy MidgetMehitabel! Oh, what a sad fate to be thirteen years old, and to be soloaded down with birthday gifts that you don't know where you're at!

 "Mopsy Midget Mehitabel May Has come to a most unlucky day! Nothing will happen but feasting and fun, And gifts, --pretty nearly a hundred and one! Jolly good times, and jolly good wishes, A jolly good party with jolly good dishes. Every one happy and everything bright, Good Luck is here--and bad Luck out of sight. 'Tis the luckiest day that ever was seen, For Marjorie Maynard is just thirteen!"

"Oh, Cousin Jack, what a beautiful birthday poem! I'm sure there_couldn't_ be a luckier little girl than I! I've got everything!"

"And we've got _you_!" cried her father, catching her in his arms with aheart full of gratitude that she was safe at home with them. 

 * * * * *

The party was to begin at four o'clock, and the guests were invited tostay until seven. In good season Marjorie was dressed, and down on theveranda ready to receive her little friends. 

She wore a pretty, thin white frock, with delicate embroidery, and thependant that had been her birthday gift. 

The family were all assembled when she came down, and though it would behalf an hour before they could expect the guests, they all seemed filledwith eager anticipation. 

"What's the matter?" asked Midget, looking from one smiling face toanother. 

"Nothing, nothing!" said King, trying to look unconcerned. 

"Nothing, nothing, " said Cousin Jack, pulling a wry face. 

But Mrs. Maynard said, "There's another birthday surprise for you, Marjorie dear. It has just come, and it's in the living-room. Go andhunt for it. "

Marjorie danced into the house, and they all followed. She began lookingabout for some small object, peering into vases and under books, tillher father said:

"Look for something larger, Midget; something quite large. "

"And be careful of your frock, " warned her mother, for Midget was downon her hands and knees, looking under the big divan. 

"Keep on your feet!" advised King. "And look everywhere. "

"Pooh! If I keep on my feet, I can't find anything big!" exclaimedMidget. "Where could it be hidden?"

"That's for you to find out!" returned King. 

"I'll give you a hint, " said Cousin Jack. "Turn, Mehitabel, turn. "

Marjorie turned slowly round and round, but that didn't help her any. 

"Turn, turn, turn, turn, " Cousin Jack kept saying in a monotone, andsuddenly it flashed on Marjorie that he meant for her to turn somethingelse beside herself. 

She turned the key of a bookshelf door, and opened it, but found nothingbut books. 

"Turn, turn, turn, turn, " droned Cousin Jack. 

"Oh, " thought Marjorie, "the closet!" and flying to the door of a largecloset in the room, she turned the knob, the door flew open, and thereshe saw, --Uncle Steve and Kitty!

"Oh, Kit!" she cried, and in a moment the two girls were so tangled upthat detriment to their party frocks seemed inevitable. 

But they were persuaded to separate before too much damage was done, andthen Marjorie turned to greet Uncle Steve. 

"I daren't rumple your fine feathers, " he said, standing 'way off, andextending his fingertips to her. "But I'm _terrible_ glad to see you, and to find that you've grown up as good as you are beautiful. "

This made Marjorie laugh, for she didn't think she was either. 

"How _did_ you happen to come?" she cried, for she couldn't realize thatKitty was really there. 

"Oh, it was just a stroke of good luck, " said Cousin Jack. "You knowto-day is your lucky day. "

"'Deed it is!" declared Marjorie. "Come on, Kit, let's go and sit in theswing till the people come to the party. "

The sisters had time for a short, merry chat, and then the guests beganto arrive. There were about twenty-five boys and girls, and with thegrown-ups this made quite a party. 

It was fun, indeed, to have both Cousin Jack and Uncle Steve present, for these two men just devoted themselves to the cause, and made somuch fun and merriment that they seemed like big children themselves. 

They gave a burlesque wrestling match on the lawn that sent the youngpeople off into peals of laughter. They made up funny dialogue, and werealways playing good-natured tricks on some of the children. Then CousinJack said:

"Now we will play the Good Luck game. Into the hall, all of you!"

The children scampered into the hall, and on the wall they saw a largeplacard which read:

 "Pins one Hairpins two Four-leafed clovers five Horse-shoes ten Pennies fifteen Black cats twenty-five. "

Each guest was given a small fancy basket, with ribbons tied to thehandle. Then they were instructed to hunt all the rooms on the lowerfloor, the veranda, and the nearby lawns, and gather into their basketssuch of the above mentioned articles as they could find. A prize wouldbe given to the one who had the most valuable collection, according tothe values given on the placard. 

At the word "go!" they scuttled away, and hunted eagerly, now and thenstooping to pick up a pin from the floor, or reaching up to get ahorseshoe from the mantelpiece. The rooms had been literally sown withthe small objects; the clovers and horseshoes being cut from pasteboardand painted, and the black cats being tiny china, wooden, or bronzeaffairs. 

Cousin Jack must have had an immense store of these findings, for thebaskets filled rapidly, and yet there seemed always more to be found. 

"How are you getting along, Hester?" asked Marjorie as she met her. 

"Can't find any hardly. I never have any luck! I s'pose you have abasket full!"

"Nearly, " said Marjorie, laughing at Hester's ill-nature in the midst ofthe others' merriment. 

"Say, Hester, I'll tell you what! I'll change baskets with you. Wantto?"

"Will you?" and Hester's eyes sparkled. "Oh, Marjorie, will you?"

"Yes, I will, on condition that you'll be nice and pleasant, and not goaround looking as cross as a magpie!"

"All right, give me your basket, " and Hester put on a very bright smilein anticipation of winning the game. 

"What did you do that for?" asked Kitty, who saw the transfer ofbaskets. 

"Oh, because. Never mind now, Kit, I'll tell you to-morrow, " and Midgetdanced away with Hester's almost empty basket hanging from her arm. 

She picked up a few more things here and there, and then Cousin Jackrang a bell to announce that the game was over. The baskets, each havingits owner's name on a card tied to it, were all put on the hall table, and Mrs. Maynard and Cousin Ethel appraised the contents, while thechildren went to another game. 

This time Uncle Steve conducted affairs. Several tables in theliving-room were surrounded by the players, and each was given a paperand pencil. 

"I see, " Uncle Steve began, "that this is a Good Luck party. So each ofyou write the words 'good luck' at the top of your paper. Have you doneso? Good! Now, I hope you will all of you have all good luck always, butif you can't get it all, get part. So try your hand at it by makingwords of four letters out of those two words you have written. Use eachletter only once, --unless it is repeated, like _o_ in 'good. ' However, that's the only one that _is_ a repeater, so use the others only once inany word you make. The words must be each of four letters, --no more andno less. And they must all be good, common, well-known English words. Now go ahead, and the best list takes a prize. "

How the children scribbled! How they nibbled their pencils and thought!How they whispered to each other to ask if such a word was right!

Marjorie was quick at puzzles, but she didn't think it would be politeto take the prize at her own party, so she didn't hand in her list. Neither did Kitty nor King. So when the lists were handed in, UncleSteve rapidly looked them over. 

"The longest list, " he announced, "contains ten words. "

"Oh, dear!" sighed Hester. "Isn't that just my bad luck! I had nine. "

"So did I, " said several others, but it was Tom Craig's list that hadten, so he received the prize. His list, as Uncle Steve read it out, was: Cook, loud, duck, cool, cold, lock, look, dock, clod, gold. Theprize was a box of candy made in the shape of a four-leafed clover, soit was really four boxes. 

Tom generously offered to pass the sweets around at once, but UncleSteve advised him not to, as supper would be served pretty soon. 

The children all liked the game, and clamored for a repetition of it, but Cousin Jack said it was his turn for a game now, and if they'd allstay at the tables, he'd give it to them. 

"This is my own game, " he said, "because it is called jackstraws, and myname is Jack. I am not a man of straw, however, as you'd soon find ifyou tried to knock me over! The game is almost like ordinary jackstraws, but with slight additions. "

Then there were passed around bunches of jackstraws for each table. Theywere just like ordinary jackstraws, except they were of differentcolors, and a little card told how to count. White ones were one; redones, two; blue ones, five; silver ones, ten; and gold ones, twenty. Then one marked Good Luck counted fifteen, and another, marked_thirteen_, counted twenty-five. This proved that thirteen was _not_ anunlucky number!

It's always fun to play jackstraws, and the children went at it with azest. Midget, at the next table, was not surprised to hear Hestercomplaining, "Oh, you joggled me! That isn't fair! I ought to haveanother turn! I _never_ have any luck!" Marjorie smiled across at her, and, seeming to remember the condition of the basket exchange, Hestertried to smile, and succeeded fairly well. 

Milly Fosdick won that prize, and they all laughed when it turned out tobe a straw hat of Indian make. It was of gay pattern basket work, andadorned with beads and feathers. Milly was delighted with it, and saidshe should always keep it as a souvenir. 

By that time the ladies had completed their task, and the prize for theGood Luck hunt fell to Hester Corey. This was the prettiest prize ofall, being a beautifully illustrated copy of Grimms' "Fairy Tales, " andHester was enchanted with it. She took it eagerly, and never seemed tothink for a moment that perhaps it wasn't quite fairly won; nor did shethank Marjorie for the assistance she gave. 

Then they all went out to supper. And such a supper as it was! The tablewas decorated with green four-leafed clovers, and gilt horseshoes, andblack cats, and yellow new moons. And every one had a little rabbit'sfoot, mounted like a charm, for a souvenir; and also a bright luckypenny of that very year. 

And the sandwiches were cut like clovers, and the cakes like new moons, and the ice-cream was shaped like horseshoes, and everybody wishedeverybody else good luck all through Marjorie's thirteenth year. Andwhen the young guests went away they all sang:

 "Good luck, ladies; good luck, ladies; Good luck, ladies; We're going to leave you now. "

CHAPTER XIV

QUEEN HESTER

"Kit's my bestest birthday present, " declared Marjorie, as they sattogether in the veranda swing the morning after the party. 

Kitty pulled her sister's curls in absent-minded affection, andremarked, thoughtfully:

"Mopsy, I don't seem to care much for that red-headed Hester girl. "

"She's a queer thing, " Marjorie returned, "but I sort of like her, too. You see, Kit, she has a fearful temper, and she can't help beingspiteful. "

"Oh, fiddlesticks, Mops! Anybody can help being spiteful if they wantto. "

"No, she can't, Kit. She flies into a rage over nothing. And then she'ssorry afterward. "

"Will she be at the Sand Court thing, or whatever you call it, to-day?"

"Yes, all the club will be there. Come on, let's go. "

The sisters ran down to Sand Court and found King and the Craig boysalready there. 

"Old Crosspatch hasn't come yet, " observed Dick, after they had all said"Hello!"

"Dick, " said Midget, "I wish you wouldn't call our Sand Witch suchunkind names. "

"Well, she _is_ a crosspatch. "

"Well, never mind if she is. Don't let's call names, anyway. "

And then Hester arrived. It was easily seen she was prepared for a fray. She was not smiling, and she said "Hello" with a very sour expression offace. Then she turned to Midget. 

"Did you make me a new crown?" she said. "Are you going to let me beQueen?"

"We have to vote about that, " returned Marjorie, "and I do hope, mycourtiers, that we won't have any squabbling before our royal visitor, Miss Princess Sand, --Sand--well, San Diego is the only name I can thinkof for Kit!"

"Hail, Princess Sandeago!" cried Tom, and all the courtiers duckedalmost to the ground in low bows. 

"Now, " went on Marjorie, "our first business this morning is theelection of a new Queen. "

"Queens aren't elected, " growled Tom, "they, --they, --what _do_ they do?Oh, they succeed!"

"That's exactly what they do!" cried Midget. "And _I'm_ going tosucceed! I mean I'm going to succeed in my plan of having Hester succeedme! I asked Father about elections, and he said people could beinstructed to vote a certain way. So I hereby instruct you all, mybeloved courtiers, to vote for a new Queen. The same to be our belovedSand Witch. "

"Beloved grandmother!" exclaimed Tom, irrepressibly. 

"No, my Grand Sandjandrum, " went on Midget, looking sternly at him, "sheisn't your grandmother, but she's to be your new sovereign, so you mayas well make up your mind to it. "

As Hester began to think Midget was going to make the change, whetherthe boys wanted to or not, she suddenly became very light-hearted andsmiled at everybody. 

"I'll be a good Queen, " she said, ingratiatingly, "and I'll do whateveryou want me to. "

And then King waked up to the fact that since Midget desired thischange, and since it might have the effect of keeping Hester pleasantand good-natured, perhaps it was a good plan after all. So he said:

"All right; I'll vote as Queen Sandy instructs. "

Tom looked at him in surprise, and then, remembering he had practicallypromised to do as Marjorie asked, he said:

"Well, I will too. But only on condition that the new Queen promises tobe pleasant and nice all the time. "

"I will, " declared Hester, earnestly, her face fairly radiant now atthe thought of wearing the crown. 

"You ought to take an oath of office and say so, " advised Kitty, who wascritically watching the proceedings. 

"What's that mean?" demanded Hester. 

"Why, swear that you won't lose your temper. "

"Oh, I wouldn't _swear_!" cried Hester, in dismay. 

"Kit doesn't mean bad swearing, " explained King. "She means officialswearing, or something like that. All Queens do it, and juries, andpresidents, and everything. It's only promising or vowing. "

"Well, I'll promise or vow, " agreed Hester, "but I won't swear. "

"All right, " said Marjorie. "You must hold up both hands, and say 'Ipromise or vow to be a good Queen and not get mad at my courtiers. ' Sayit now. "

So Hester raised both hands as high as she could and repeated Marjorie'swords. 

"Now you've taken your oath of office, and you're queen, " said Kitty, who was unconsciously taking charge of affairs. "Where's the crown, Mops?"

"The new Queen tore it up the other day, " said Midget, demurely. 

"Then she must make a new one, " commanded Kitty. "Never mind; for to-daythis will do. "

The Princess San Diego hastily twisted some vines into a wreath, andlaid it gently on the brilliant locks of the new Queen. 

"I crown you Queen Sandy!" she said, dramatically. 

"It's all right, Kit, " said King, looking quizzical, "but just how doyou happen to be running this court?"

"Oh, I might as well, " returned Kitty carelessly. "I don't think therest of you are very good at it. "

"That's so, " admitted Tom. "I guess we do squabble a lot. "

"It isn't only that, " said Kitty, "but you don't have much order andceremony. "

"I've noticed that, " put in Dick. "We just talk every-day sort of talk. I think we ought to be grander. "

"So do I, " agreed Kitty. "Here, Hester, give me that crown; I'll beQueen for to-day, and show you how. "

There was nothing bumptious or even dictatorial in Kitty's manner; shemerely wanted to show them how a Queen ought to act. So she put the vinewreath on her own head, and breaking a branch from a tall shrub nearbyfor a sceptre, she seated herself on the dilapidated throne. 

"I pray you sit, " she said, condescendingly, to her court. "Ha! where ismy page?"

"There is no page, O Queen, " said the Grand Sandjandrum, lookingmortified. 

"Thus I create one!" announced Kitty, calmly. "Sand Crab, kneel beforeme!"

Harry sprang forward to obey, and kneeled at Kitty's feet. 

"Thus I anoint thee page!" declared the Queen, dramatically tapping himthree times on his shoulder. "Rise, Sir Page, and attend upon me!"

"Yes, ma'am! What shall I do?" asked the new page, greatly flustered. 

"Stand thou here at my right hand. It may be I might have an errand ortwo now and then. "

"Aye, aye, O Queen!" declaimed Dick, who was catching the spirit ofKitty's rule. 

"Well spoke, fair sir. Stand thou there, I prithee. And now, Courtiers, is there any business to be discussed?"

"Nay, O Queen, " said Tom, "we but wait thy pleasure. "

"Then my pleasure is now to install the new Queen. And, prithee, mycourtiers, when that the new Queen is enthroned, then does the recedingQueen become the Sand Witch?"

"Yea, O fair Queen, " said Marjorie, coming up with mincing steps andbowing before Kitty. "From now on I am the Sand Witch of this court, andI humbly beg thy favor. "

"Favor be thine!" announced the temporary Queen. "And now, O mycourtiers, lead to me Queen Hester Sandy, Queen of Sand Court!"

Reconciled at last to this state of things, King and Tom sprang toescort Hester. Dick and Harry marched gravely behind, while Midgetstalked along ahead, and thus quite an imposing procession approachedQueen Kitty and ranged themselves before her. 

"O Queen, " Kitty began, "you have already taken oath of office, O Queen!So now naught remains but to take the seat of royalty, the honoredthrone of Sand Court, O Queen!"

And then Hester scored her success. She stepped up on the sand moundthat was the throne, and bowed her head while Kitty transferred the vinewreath that represented the crown. Then Hester drew herself upmajestically, waved her sceptre, and declaimed:

"I, the Queen of Sand Court, accept this honor that is thus thrust uponme!"

There were some astonished faces among the courtiers at this speech, but nobody interrupted. 

"I, Queen Sandy, promise to be a good Queen to my beloved courtiers, andnever to lose my temper or speak cross, but to emulate the sweet andsunlighty disposition of our departing and beloved Queen, who is now aSand Witch. Wherefore, my courtiers, I beseech your fealty and faith, and I present my compliments, and the compliments of this court to ourvisitor, the Princess San Diego. This lovely lady has been a great help, and we now salute her. I bid thee all salute!"

They all saluted by bowing low to Kitty; indeed, the page bowed so lowthat he tumbled over, but soon scrambled up again. 

"And now, " went on Queen Sandy, "I bid thee salute our Sand Witch. Sheis a witch of goodness and joy. We all love her, the court honors her, and one and all we now salute her!"

More low bows followed, and then the court resumed its upright attitudeand awaited orders. 

"There is no more saluting necessary, " explained the gracious Queen. "You boy courtiers can't expect it. Now the court is dismissed and theSand Club will play something. "

The Queen came down from the throne, and courtly manners and speecheswere laid aside. 

"Let's fix up the court instead of playing, " suggested Kitty, and asall thought this a good idea, they went at it. 

Everybody worked with a will, for it was fun to get the court in orderagain, and Kitty and Midget were so fond of fixing up and decoratingthat when the task was over, Sand Court was far handsomer than everbefore. 

Shell borders outlined the throne and the courtier's seat, and the oldlegless chair was so draped with cheesecloth and green vines that it wasa picture in itself. Then it was luncheon time, and the courtiers saidgood-bye and parted to go to their homes. 

"She's a funny girl, " said Kitty, as the Maynard trio reached theirhouse. "As soon as she got what she wanted, she was sweet as pie. But ifyou hadn't given up the Queen to her, Mops, she would have been madder'nhops. "

"I know it, " said Midget, "but that wasn't the reason I did it. I did it'cause I thought it was fairer for her to have a turn at being Queen. "

"And it was, " said Kitty, judicially. "I think you did right, Mopsy;but, all the same, she'll never keep that promise to be sweet andpleasant. "

"Oh, Kitty, she'll have to! Why, she vowed it!"

"Oh, pshaw, she'll get mad and forget all about that vow. Say, Mops, what do you think? I've learned to make cake. "

"You have! Who taught you?"

"Eliza did, up at Grandma's. It was fine. I'll teach you, if you like. "

"Do!" urged King. "Then Midge can make little cakes for the Sand Club. Ellen makes 'em sometimes, but she says it's a bother. "

Permission being granted by Mrs. Maynard, the girls tried cake-makingthat very afternoon. 

"I'll help yez, shall I?" asked Ellen, as the two energetic damselsraided her pantry. 

"No, Ellen, " said Marjorie. "Miss Kitty is going to teach me. Yougo, --go--why, Ellen, you take an afternoon out!"

"It isn't me day out, Miss Midget, but I'll go to me room, an' if yezwants me, yez can send Sarah afther me, sure. "

"Can I help?" asked King, who wanted to be in the fun. 

"Yes, you can stone raisins, " said Kitty, kindly. 

At home in Rockwell, Marjorie had always been chief directress in alltheir doings, but down here Kitty was more like a visitor, and theothers politely deferred to her. So King went contentedly to work, stoning raisins, and the girls made the cake. 

"I didn't bring my recipe book, " said Kitty, "but I guess I remember howto make it. You see, Eliza is going to teach me to make lots of things, so I've quite a big book for recipes. "

"How many have you so far?" asked Midget, greatly interested. 

"Well, only this one; but it's sponge cake, you know. I shall have morelater. "

"Yes, of course, " said Midget, politely, and suddenly feeling that heryounger sister was getting very grown-up, with her recipe book and hersponge cake. 

"Now, " proceeded Kitty, "if I'm to show you, Midget, you must pay closeattention. "

"I will, --oh, I will!"

"First, you break the eggs, and separate them, white from yolk, likethis, --see!"

But whether she was rattled at having such an interested audience, orwhether she was not very expert as yet, Kitty couldn't make the eggs"separate" neatly. Every one she broke persisted in spilling out itsyellow and white together. 

"Let me try, " said Marjorie, but her efforts were not much moresuccessful. Bits of shell would fall in the bowl, and even if she gotmost of the white in safely, some yellow would spill in, too. 

"Does it matter much?" asked King. 

"Oh, I don't believe so, " said Kitty. "I guess we'll beat the eggs allup together, white and yellow both. "

Kitty put in the Dover eggbeater with an air of experience, and whiskedits wheel "round and round. "

"Let me in, too, " said Midget. "There's another beater I found in thecupboard. "

There was room in the big bowl for both beaters, and the two girlswhizzed the wheels around like mad. 

"Hold on!" cried King. "You're flirting that yellow stuff all over!"

"Well, anyway, it's well beaten, " declared Kitty, looking at the frothyyellow mass with satisfaction. "Now we put in the flour, --no, the sugar, I think. "

"Butter?" suggested Marjorie. 

"No, there's no butter in it. This is _sponge_ cake. "

Properly subdued, Marjorie awaited orders. 

"Sugar, " Kitty decided at last; "and bring a cup. "

Midget brought the cup, and Kitty measured the sugar, and dumped it intothe bowl of egg. 

"I can't think whether it's three or four cups full, " she said, holdinga cup full uncertainly over the bowl. 

"Dump it in!" advised King. "I like 'em pretty sweet. "

So in went the sugar, and Midget was allowed to stir, while Kittymeasured flour. 

"We have to sift this four times, " she announced, with an air of greatwisdom. "I'll do this part. "

She did, but she was so energetic about it, and the flour sieve souncertain on its three iron legs, that much of the flour flew over thetable, the floor, and the clothing of the workers. 

"Hold up, Kit!" cried Marjorie, as a cloud of flour almost blinded her. "I can't see to beat, if you fly that flour around so!"

"Well, it has to be sifted four times, " apologized Kitty, and turned itinto the sieve again. 

Much was lost in transit, and King declared it was already sifted asfine as it would ever be, but Kitty was unmoved by comment or criticism. 

"Now it's all right, " she said, peering into the pan of finally preparedflour, and ignoring the white dust that was all over everything. "Butfirst a cup of hot water must go in. "

"I'll pour it, " said King, rising quickly, and taking the tea-kettlefrom Kitty, who was in imminent danger of scalding herself. 

"Just a cup full!" said Kitty, warningly, as the hot water ran over thebrimming cup and fell to the floor. 

"Never mind, " said King, "we'll only use what's in the cup, " andcarrying it as carefully as possible he poured it into the bowl ofbatter that Marjorie was faithfully beating. 

"Oh, not all at once!" cried Kitty. "It should have been put in littleby little. "

"Can't help it now, " said Midget, cheerfully. "I guess it won't matter. Now in with the flour, Kit; and you must have baking powder. "

"I don't think Eliza put in any baking powder, " said Kitty, dubiously. 

"Oh, she _must_ have!" said Midget. "That's what baking powder isfor, --to bake with. It's on that shelf, Kitty. "

Kitty was uncertain about the baking powder, so took Marjorie's advice. 

"But I don't know how much, " she said, as she opened the tin box. 

"About a tablespoonful to a cup of flour, " said Marjorie. "I think Iheard Mother say that once. " She was not at all sure, but she greatlywanted to help Kitty if possible. 

"All right, " said Kitty, and having already put in three cups of flour, she added to the mixture three heaping tablespoonfuls of baking powder. 

"Now for the raisins, " she said. 

"I didn't know sponge cake ever had raisins in it, " said Marjorie. 

"It doesn't, usually, " said Kitty, "but I thought it would add an extratouch. "

She stirred them in, and then they poured the batter into a cake tin. 

"It does look lovely, " said Midget, tasting it with a spoon. "It tastespretty good, but not as good as it looks. I guess it'll be lovely whenit's baked. Open the oven, King. "

King threw open the oven door with a flourish, and the girls pushed thebig pan inside. 

"Shut it quick!" warned Kitty. "The cake falls unless you do! It mustbake three-quarters of an hour. "

And then they all waited patiently for the time to take it out. 

CHAPTER XV

A MOTOR RIDE

"Isn't it done yet?" asked King, after half an hour had elapsed. 

"Nope, " returned Kitty, positively. "It can't be done tillthree-quarters of an hour, and it's only a half. "

"Smells done!" exclaimed Marjorie, sniffing "I believe it's burning, Kit. "

"Pshaw, it can't be burning. That isn't a hot fire, is it, King?"

"No, " replied King, after removing one of the range covers andscrutinizing the fire. "That's what the cook books call a moderatefire. "

"Then that's all right, " and Kitty wagged her head in satisfaction. "Sponge cake requires a mod-rit fire. "

"But it's leaking out, Kitty!" cried Marjorie, dancing about thekitchen. "Oh, look, it's leaking out!"

Sure enough, smoke was coming out through the edges of the oven door, and a sticky substance began to ooze through. 

"The door isn't shut quite tight, " began Kitty, but before she couldfinish, King flung the oven door wide open. 

"Better see what's up!" he said, and as the smoke poured out in avolume, and then cleared away a little, a strange sight confronted them. 

The cake dough had apparently multiplied itself by ten, if not more. Ithad risen and run all over the sides of the pan, had dripped downthrough the grating to the bottom of the oven, and had bubbled up fromthere all over the sides and door. In fact the oven was lined with asticky, sizzling, yellow material that had turned brown in some places, and was burned black in others. 

"Something must have gone wrong, " said Kitty, calmly, as she looked atthe ruins. "I was almost sure it didn't need any baking powder. That'swhat blew it up so. "

"H'm, " said King. "I don't believe I care for any. Wonder what became ofthe raisins?"

"You can see them here and there, " said Marjorie. "Those burned blackspots are raisins. Phew! how it smokes! I'm going out. "

"Let's call Ellen, " said Kitty, "she said to. "

Being summoned, Ellen arrived on the scene of action. 

"Arrah, Miss Kitty, " she said; "shure, an' I thought ye cuddent makecake. Now, why did ye thry, an' put all in such a pother? Belikes yewant to make me throuble. "

"No, Ellen, " said Kitty, smiling at her. "I didn't do it purposely forthat. I thought it would be good. You see, I did make it once, and itwas good. "

"Ah, go 'long wid yez, --all of yez! Shure I'll be afther clanin' up. An'niver a shcold I'll shcold yez if ye'll kape outen o' my kitchen aftherthis. "

"Good for you, Ellen!" shouted King. "I thought you'd raise a row! NiceEllen, good Ellen! Good-bye, Ellen!"

"Good-bye, ye bad babies! I'll make ye some tea-cakes now as ye caneat!"

"Isn't she a duck!" exclaimed Kitty. 

"Oh, that's 'cause you're sort of company. If you hadn't been here, andwe'd done that she'd have tuned up, all right!"

This was King's opinion, and Marjorie agreed with him. "We never go inthe kitchen, " she said. "I guess Ellen was so surprised she didn't know_what_ to say. "

"Well, " said Kitty, quite undisturbed by the circumstances, "you see, atGrandma's, Eliza helps me, and sort of superintends what I put in. "

"Yes, I see, " said King. "Now you do a lot of cooking after you get backthere, Kit, and try to learn your recipes better. "

Kitty laughed and promised, and then the three children wandered intothe dining-room to see what their elders were doing. 

"Can't we start at once?" Cousin Ethel was saying. "Oh, here are thekiddies now! Come in, you three blessings in disguise! Do you want to goon a jamboree?"

"What's that?" asked Kitty. 

"Oh, a lovely motor ride, with two cars, and stay all night, and lots oflovely things like that!"

"Oh, goody!" cried Marjorie. "Are we really going? Mother's been talkingabout a trip like that!"

"I guess we will, " said Mr. Maynard. "We haven't had an Ourday for sometime. How would you like to take the opportunity for one while we haveKitty-girl among us?"

"Gorgiferous! Gay!" cried Marjorie, and King threw his cap high in theair and caught it deftly on his head. 

"When do we start?"

"As soon as we can get off, " said Mr. Maynard, looking at his watch. "Scamper, you kiddies, and get into appropriate rigs. "

"Oh, what fun!" cried Marjorie, as they flew upstairs. "What shall wewear, Mothery?"

"You'll find your frocks laid out in your rooms, " said Mrs. Maynard, whowas prepared for this question. "Then put on your motor coats and takeyour motor bonnets with you, --but you needn't wear them unless youchoose. "

The girls danced away, and soon were in full regalia. They went flyingdownstairs to learn more of the particulars of the trip. Nurse Nannieand Rosy Posy were on the porch waiting, the little one greatly excitedat thought of the journey. 

"Oh, what a grand Ourday, Father!" cried Midget, giving him one of hermost ferocious "bear hugs. " "We have so much vacation down here, Ithought we wouldn't catch any Ourdays!"

"Well, this is an extra thrown in for good measure. I suppose you don'tcare, Midget, which car you ride in?"

"Not a bit! We keep together, don't we?"

"Yes, as much as possible. Cousin Jack will drive his own car, andPompton, of course, will drive ours. "

"It all happened so swift I can hardly realize it, " said Kitty. "Only aminute or two ago I was making cake in the kitchen, and now here I am!"

"Making _what_?" asked King, teasingly, but when he saw Kitty look redand embarrassed he turned the subject. 

Kitty had told her mother about the cake episode, but Mrs. Maynard saidit was an accident due to inexperience, and nothing further need besaid about it. 

"I'll divide up the passengers, " said Cousin Jack as, with the two carsstanding in front of the door, no one knew just which to get in. 

"Ethel and I will take Marjorie and King with us, for I think Kitty willwant to ride with her mother, and Babykins, too. "

"All right, " agreed Mr. Maynard, and then he packed Uncle Steve and Mrs. Maynard and Kitty on the back seat, Nannie and Rosamond next in front, and he climbed up beside Pompton. 

Some suitcases and a basket of light luncheon were stowed away, and offthey started, Ellen and Sarah waving to them from the steps as they flewdown the drive. It was a perfect day for motoring. Not too hot, not toobreezy, and no dust. 

Their destination was Lakewood, but for quite a distance their road layalong by the shore before they turned inland. 

Marjorie sat back, beside Cousin Ethel, and King sat in front withCousin Jack. 

"Let's play Roadside Euchre, " said Midget. 

"We go too fast for that, " said King. "We couldn't see the things tocount them. "

"What is it, Mehitabel?" asked Cousin Jack. "We aren't going so veryfast. "

"Why, you count the things on each side of the road. You and I are onthe right, you know, Cousin Jack, so we count all on this side. ThenCousin Ethel and King count all on their side. "

"All what?"

"Well, a horse and vehicle counts one; a vehicle with two horses countstwo; and a horse without any wagon or carriage counts five. Anautomobile counts ten; a herd of cows, fifteen; and a load of hay, twenty. A cat in a window counts twenty-five, and people count fiveapiece. Any animal, not a horse counts ten. "

"But, as I am driving, " said Cousin Jack, "I can turn either side, andso make them count as I like. "

"No, you must turn just as you would, anyway. Of course, as you turn tothe right, King and Cousin Ethel will count most of the vehicles wepass; but we'll make up some other way. Oh, here's a flock of chickens!I forgot to tell you, chickens count one each. "

The motor seemed to go right through the flock of chickens, but CousinJack was a careful driver and didn't harm one of them. There was aterrific squawking and peeping and clucking as the absurd bipeds ranabout in an utterly bewildered manner. The children and Cousin Ethelmanaged to count them fairly well, but Cousin Jack had to manage hismotor. 

"How many?" he asked as the last hen was left behind. 

"Fourteen for our side, " announced Midget, triumphantly. 

"And nine for us, " said King. "Never mind, we'll make up later. "

But they kept fairly even. To be sure, when they met motor-cars, or anyvehicles, they had to turn out to the right, which gave the count toKing's side. 

But on the other hand, motors sometimes passed them from behind, and ifthey went along on the right side they were Marjorie's count. Houseswere as apt to be on one side as the other, and these added their countof dogs, cats, chickens, and cows, as well as occasional human beings. 

Going through small towns was the most fun, for then it required quickcounting to get all that belonged to them. 

A flock of birds on either side was counted, but a flock of birds thatcrossed their path was omitted, as it would have counted the same foreach. 

The game grew more and more exciting. Sometimes one side would be morethan a hundred ahead, and then the balance would swing back the otherway. About six o'clock they neared Lakewood. 

"The game stops as we turn into the main street, " said Cousin Jack, "and the prize is this: whichever of you two children win shall selectthe dessert at the hotel dinner to-night. "

"All right, " said Marjorie, "but it isn't only us children. We each havea partner who must help us in the selection. "

Cousin Jack agreed to this, and in a moment the car swung into the mainstreet of Lakewood. 

Midget and King, who had kept account of their hundreds on a bit ofpaper, began to add up, and it was soon found that Marjorie and CousinJack's side had won by about two hundred points. 

"Good work!" cried King. "We losers congratulate you, and beg you'llremember that we love ice cream!"

They were following the Maynards' _big_ car, and soon both cars stoppedand all alighted and went into a beautiful hotel called"Holly-in-the-Woods. "

"Oh, how lovely!" whispered Marjorie to Kitty, as she squeezed hersister's arm. "Isn't this fun, Kit?"

"I should say so!" returned Kitty. "The best Ourday ever!"

Then the children were whisked away to tidy up for dinner, and freshwhite frocks were found in the suitcases. Midget and Kitty tied eachother's ribbons, and soon were ready to go downstairs again. TheBryants met them in the hall, and took them down. 

"Isn't it like Fairyland!" said Marjorie, enchanted by the palms andflowers and lights and music. She had never before been in such anelaborate hotel, and she wanted to see it all. 

They walked about, and looked at the various beautiful rooms, and thenMr. And Mrs. Maynard came, and they all went to the dining-room. 

A table had been reserved for them, and Marjorie felt very grown up andimportant as the waiter pushed up her chair. After their long ride, their appetites were quite in order to do justice to the good things putbefore them, and when it was time for dessert, Cousin Jack announcedthat he and Marjorie were a committee of two to select it. 

"Though of course, " he added, "any one who doesn't care for what wechoose is entirely at liberty to choose something else. "

So the two gravely studied the menu, and kept the others in suspensewhile they read over the long list. Many names were in French, butMarjorie skipped those. 

"Ice cream, " Kitty kept whispering, in low but distinct stage whispers;and at last Cousin Jack proposed to Midget that they choose what wasbilled as a "Lakewood Souvenir. "

Marjorie had no idea what this might be, but she agreed, for she feltsure it was something nice. 

And so it was, for it turned out to be ice cream, but so daintily put upin a little box that it was like a present. The box was carved withcrinkly paper, and had a pretty picture of Lakewood scenery framed ingilt on the top. After every one had eaten his ice cream, the boxes werecarried away as souvenirs. 

Then they all went out and sat on the terrace while the elders hadcoffee. The three children did not drink coffee, so they were allowed torun around the grounds a little. 

"How long are we going to stay here?" asked Kitty. 

"Till to-morrow afternoon, I think, " replied King. "I heard Father sayhe thought he'd do that. "

"I think it's beautiful, " said Midget, "but I'd just as lieve be riding, wouldn't you, Kit?"

"Oh, I don't care. I like 'em both, --first one and then the other. "

Kitty was of a contented disposition, and usually liked everything. Butthe other two were also easily pleased, and the three agreed that theydidn't care whether they were motoring or staying at the lovely hotel. 

"Now, then, little Maynards, bed for yours!" announced their father, ashe came strolling out to find them. 

"Father, " said Marjorie, grasping his hand, "is this really an Ourday?"

"Yes, Midget; of course it is. You don't mind the Bryants sharing it, doyou?"

"No, not a bit. Only, --to-morrow can't I ride with you? If it's ourOurday, I like better to be by you. "

"Of course you can!" cried Mr. Maynard, heartily. "We'll fix itsomehow. "

"But don't tell Cousin Ethel and Cousin Jack that I don't want to ridewith them, " went on Midget, "because it might hurt their feelings. Butyou know, --when I thought I didn't have any father, --I thought about allour Ourdays, and----"

Midget's voice broke, and Mr. Maynard caught her to him. 

"My darling little girl, " he said, "I'm so glad you're back with us forour Ourdays, and you shall ride just where you want to. "

"Let her take my place, " said Kitty, kindly. "I'd just as lieve go inthe other car, and I don't wonder Midget feels like that. "

So it was settled that Kitty should ride with the Bryants next day, andthen the three children were sent to bed, while the elders stayed up afew hours later. 

The girls had a large room, with two beds, and with a delightfulbalcony, on which a long French window opened. 

"Isn't it wonderful?" said Marjorie, softly, as she stepped over thesill, and stood in the soft moonlight, looking down on the hotel flowergardens. 

"Yes, indeedy, " agreed Kitty; "I say, Mops, I'd like to jump down, flip!into that geranium bed!"

"Oh, Kitty, what a goose you are! Don't do such a thing!"

"I'm not going to. I only said I'd like to; and I'd play it was asea, --a geranium sea, and I'd swim around in it. "

"Kit, you're crazy! Come on to bed, before you do anything foolish. "

"I'm not going to do it, really, Mops! but I like to imagine it. I'dwaft myself off of this balcony, and waft down to the scarlet of thegeraniums and fall in. "

"Yes, and be picked up with two broken legs and a sprained ankle!"

"Well--and then I'd see a little boat, on the red geranium sea, --I'd bea fairy, you know, --and I'd get in the little boat----"

"You come and get in your little bed, Miss Kitty, " said Nannie, from thewindow, and laughing gayly, the two girls went in and went to bed. 

"Anyway, I'm going to dream of that red geranium bed, " announced Kitty, as she cuddled into the smooth, white sheets. 

"All right, " said Midget, drowsily; "dream anything you like. "

CHAPTER XVI

RED GERANIUMS

Wearied by the journey, and the fun of it, Marjorie fell at once into adeep, quiet sleep. Kitty's sleep was deep, too, but not quiet. The childtossed around and waved her arms, muttering about a geranium sea, and alittle boat on it. 

Nurse Nannie puttered about the room for some time, picking up things, and laying out the girls' clothes for the next day. Then she put out thelights and went away to her own room. 

It was, perhaps, ten o'clock when Kitty threw back the bedclothing, andslowly got out of bed. She was sound asleep, and she walked across theroom with a wavering, uncertain motion, but went straight to the Frenchwindow, which was still part way open. 

Kitty had sometimes walked in her sleep before, but it was not really ahabit with her, and the family had never thought it necessary tosafeguard her. 

It was a still, warm night, and when she stepped out on the balcony, there was no breeze or waft of cool air to awaken her. 

She paused at the low rail of the little balcony, and murmured, "Oh, thelovely soft red flowers! I will lie down on them!" and over the railingshe went, plump down into the geranium bed!

As is well known, a fall is not apt to hurt a somnambulist, for thereason that in sleep the muscles are entirely relaxed; but the jar wokeKitty, and she found herself, clad only in her little white nightgown, lying in the midst of the red blossoms. 

She did not scream; on the contrary, she felt a strange sense of delightin the odorous flowers and the scent of the warm, soft earth. 

But in a moment she realized what had happened, and scrambled up into asitting posture. 

"My gracious! it's Kit!" exclaimed a voice, and from among the group ofpeople on the veranda Cousin Jack ran down to her. The others followed, and in a moment Kitty was surrounded by her own people. She flew to hermother's arms, and Cousin Ethel quickly drew off her own evening wrapand put it around Kitty. 

"How _did_ you happen to fall?" asked her father, who soon saw she wasnot hurt, or even badly jarred. 

"I was asleep, I guess, " Kitty returned; "anyway I dreamed that I wantedto jump in the red geranium sea, --so I jumped. "

"You jumped! out of the window?"

"Yes, --that is, off of the little balcony. You see, I was asleep until Ilanded. Then I found out where I was. "

Kitty was quite calm about it, and cuddled into the folds of CousinEthel's satin cloak, while she told her story. 

"Of course, I shouldn't have jumped if I had been awake, " she said; "butyou can't help what you do in your sleep, can you?"

"No, " said Uncle Steve; "you weren't a bit to blame, Kitsie, and I'mthankful you came down so safely. But I think that window must befastened before you go to sleep again. One such escapade is enough forone night. "

The other guests on the veranda looked curiously at the group, but Kittywas protected from view by her own people, and, too, the big cloak hidall deficiencies of costume. 

"Well, we have to get used to these unexpected performances, " said Mr. Maynard, "but I do believe my children are more ingenious than others intrumping up new games. "

"We are, " said Kitty, "but usually it's Midget who does the crazythings. King and I don't cut up jinks much. "

"That's so, " agreed Uncle Steve. "Last summer Miss Mischief kept us allin hot water. But this year, Kitsie has been a model of propriety. Shenever walks out of second-story windows when she's at our house. I guessI'd better take her back there. "

"Not to-morrow, " said Kitty. "Wait till next day, won't you, UncleSteve?"

"All right; day after to-morrow, then. But we mustn't stay away fromGrandma longer than that. "

"And now I think our adventurous little explorer must go back to herdreams, " said Mrs. Maynard. "Who wants to carry her upstairs?"

As Uncle Steve was the biggest and strongest of the three men, he pickedup the young sleepwalker, and started off with her. Mrs. Maynardfollowed, and they soon had Kitty safely in bed again, with the Frenchwindow securely fastened against any further expeditions. 

The mother sat by the little girl until she went to sleep, and this timeher slumber was untroubled by dreams of geranium seas with fairy boatson them. 

Next morning, Marjorie was greatly interested in Kitty's story. 

"Oh, Kit, " she exclaimed, "I wish I had seen you step off! Though, ofcourse, if I _had_ seen you, you wouldn't have done it! For I shouldhave waked you up. Well, it's a wonder you didn't smash yourself. Comeon, let's hurry down and look at that flower bed. "

But by the time the girls got down there, the hotel gardener had remadethe flower bed, and it now looked as if no one had ever set foot on it. 

"Pshaw!" said Marjorie, "they've fixed it all up, and we can't even seewhere you landed. Did it make a big hole, Kit?"

"I don't know, Mops. About as big as I am, I suppose. Can't you imagineit?"

Marjorie laughed. "Yes, I can imagine you landing there, in yournightgown and bare feet! How you must have looked!"

"I s'pose I did. But, somehow, Mops, when I found myself there, itdidn't seem queer at all. I just wanted to float on the red flowers. "

"Kit, I do believe you're half luny, " observed King; "you have thecraziest ideas. But I'm jolly glad you didn't get hurt, you oldsleep-trotter!" and the boy pulled his sister's curls to express hisdeep affection and gratitude for her safety. 

Kitty was none the worse for her fall. The soft loam of the newly madeflower bed had received her gently, and not even a bruise had resulted. 

But the elders decided that hereafter the exits from Kitty's bedroommust be properly safeguarded at night, as no one could tell when theimpulse of sleep-walking might overtake her. 

There was plenty to do at Lakewood. Uncle Steve took the children for abrisk walk through the town, and bought them souvenirs of all sorts. Theshops displayed tempting wares, and the girls were made happy by beadnecklaces and pretty little silk bags, while King rejoiced in queerIndian relics found in a curio shop. Then back to the hotel, for a gameof tennis and a romp with Cousin Jack, and in the afternoon a long motorride, with occasional stops for ice cream soda or peanuts. 

And the next day Kitty and Uncle Steve went home. They concluded to takethe train from Lakewood, and not return again to Seacote. 

"Grandma will be getting anxious to see us, " Uncle Steve declared. "Idid not intend to stay as long as this when I left home. "

"Good-bye, old Kitsie, " said Midget; "don't walk into any more red seas, and write to me often, won't you?"

"Yes, I will, Midge; but you don't write very often, yourself. "

"I know it; it's a sort of a bother to write letters. But I love to getthem. "

"Well, the summer will be over pretty soon, " returned Kitty, "and thenwe'll all be back in Rockwell. "

The Maynard children were philosophical, and so they parted with cheerygood-byes, and the train steamed away with Uncle Steve and Kitty wavingfrom the window. 

"Now, for our own plans, " said Mr. Maynard. "What shall we do next, Jack?"

"I know what I'd like, " said Cousin Ethel. 

"What is it, my Angel?" asked her husband. "You may most certainly haveanything you want. "

"Well, instead of going right back to Seacote, I'd like to go toAtlantic City. "

"You would!" said Mr. Bryant. "And would you like to go around byChicago, and stop at San Francisco on your way home?"

"No, " said Cousin Ethel, laughing; "and I don't think Atlantic City isso very far. We could go there to-day, stay over to-morrow, and back toSeacote the day after. What do you think, Jack?"

"I think your plan is great! And I'm more than ready to carry it out, ifthese Maynards of ours agree to it. "

"I'd like it, " declared Marjorie. "I've never been to Atlantic City. "

"But it isn't exactly a summer place, is it?" asked Mrs. Maynard. 

"Neither is Lakewood, " said Cousin Ethel. "But it's a cool spell justnow, and I think it would be lots of fun to run down there. "

"All right, " said Mr. Maynard, "let's run. "

And run they did. Considering they had nine people and two motors, andseveral suitcases to look after, they displayed admirable expedition ingetting started, and just at dusk they came upon the brilliant radianceof the lights of Atlantic City. 

"This was a fine idea of yours, Ethel, " said Mrs. Maynard. "This placelooks very attractive. "

"Oh, isn't it!" cried Marjorie. "I think it's grand! Can't we stay uplate to-night, Mother?"

"You may stay up till nine o'clock, Midget, and we'll go down and seethe crowds on the Boardwalk. "

So after dinner they went down to the gay thoroughfare known as theBoardwalk. It was crowded with merry, laughing, chattering people, andMidget danced along in an ecstasy of enjoyment. 

"I never saw such a lot of people!" she exclaimed. "Where are they allgoing?"

"Nowhere in particular, " said her father. "They're just out here to lookat each other and enjoy themselves. "

"See those funny chairs, on rollers, " went on Midget. "Oh, can't we ridein them? Everybody else does. "

"Of course we must, " said her father. "It's part of the performance. "

He engaged three rolling chairs, and as each chair held two people, hesaid, "How shall we divide up?"

"I'll take Mehitabel, " said Cousin Jack, "and Hezekiah can go with mywife. Then you two elder Maynards can use the third. How's that?"

This arrangement was satisfactory and they started off, a strong manpushing each chair. 

"Don't you think this is fun, Cousin Jack?" asked Marjorie, as shewatched the crowds and the lights, and Old Ocean rolling big black wavesup on the shore. 

"Yes, Mehitabel, I think it's gay. There's a certain something at thisplace that you never see anywhere else. "

"Yes, it's quite different from Seacote, isn't it? Everybody here seemsto be in a hurry. "

"That's only because it's such a big and lively crowd. Here we are atthe pier. I think we'd better go in and hear the music. "

So they dismissed the chairmen, and went far down the long pier tolisten to a concert. 

A children's dance was being held, and Marjorie sat down, enraptured atthe sight. 

Lots of boys and girls about her own age, in fancy costumes, weredancing and pirouetting in time with the fine music. One little girl, especially, Marjorie admired. She was a pretty child, in a white frockand blue sash, and she wore a wreath of small rosebuds on her curly, flaxen hair. She seemed to be the best of all the dancers, and twice shedanced alone, doing marvellous fancy steps and receiving great applausefrom the audience. 

"Isn't she lovely!" exclaimed Midget. "I wish I could dance like that. "

"You never can, Mopsy, " said King. "You're too heavy. That girl is afeatherweight. "

"She looks nice, " said Midget. "I'd like to know her. "

And then, as it was nearing nine o'clock, they left the dancingpavilion, and made their way back to their hotel. 

Marjorie kept close to her parents, for the crowd seemed to grow denserall the time, and if she lost sight of her people, she feared she'd beswept away from them forever. 

They were staying at Madden Hall, and as they reached it, there, too, music was being played, and some people were dancing in the bigballroom. But there were no children about, so Midget trotted off to bedcheerfully, with lots of pleasant anticipations for the morrow. 

At breakfast, next morning, she was looking around the dining room, when she spied the same little girl who had danced so prettily the nightbefore. 

"Oh, Mother, " she exclaimed, "there she is! That pretty girl thatdanced. See, at the next table but two. Yes, it _is_ the same one!"

"Sure it is, " agreed King. "She's staying here. Perhaps we can getacquainted with her, Mops. "

"Could we, Mother? Would it be right?"

"We'll see about it, " said Mrs. Maynard, smiling at her impulsivedaughter. After breakfast the Maynard party walked out on the veranda, and Midget soon saw the little girl, in a big rocking chair not faraway. 

"May I go over and speak to her, Mother?" she said. 

"Why, yes, Midget, if you like. She looks like a nice child. Run along. "

So Midget went over and took the next rocking chair, for there were manychairs, ranged in long rows. 

"I came over to talk to you, " she said; "I saw you dance last night, andI think you do dance lovely. "

"Do you?" said the little girl. She seemed diffident, but pleased atMarjorie's words. "You see, it was a Children's Carnival, and Mamma letme dance. I never danced in a place like that before, and I was a littlescared at first. "

"You didn't look scared. You just looked lovely. What's your name?Mine's Marjorie Maynard. I live in Rockwell, when I'm home. "

"Mine's Ruth Rowland, and I live in Philadelphia, when I'm home. Butwe're spending the summer in Seacote. We just came down here for aweek. "

"In Seacote! Why, that's where we're spending the summer. We have ahouse on Fairway Avenue. "

"Oh, I know that house. I remember seeing you there when I've passed by. Isn't it funny that we should happen to meet here! We live farther down, past the pier, you know. "

"Yes, I know. Will you come to see me after we both get back there?"

"Yes, indeed I will. When are you going back?"

"To-morrow, I think. When are you?"

"In a few days. Do you know Cicely Ross?"

"No, I don't know very many children in Seacote. Do you know the Craigboys?"

"No. I guess we don't know the same people. But I know Hester Corey, andyou do, too, 'cause I've seen her playing in your yard. "

"Oh, yes, Hester plays with us a lot. "

"She's a funny girl, isn't she?"

"Well, she's nice sometimes, and sometimes she isn't. Here's my brotherKing. King, this is Ruth Rowland, and what do you think? She lives inSeacote! I mean, for the summer she's staying there. "

"Good!" cried King. "We can play together then, after we go back. "

The three children rapidly became good friends, and soon Ruth proposedthat they all go for a ride in a roller chair. 

"They have wide chairs, " she said, "that will hold all three of us. "

Midget ran to ask her mother if they might do this, but Mrs. Maynard wasnot willing that the children should go alone. 

"But Nannie and Rosamond may go, too, in another chair, " she said, "andthen I shall feel that you are looked after. "

So down to the Boardwalk they went, and Nurse Nannie and Rosy Posy tookone chair, and the three children took another. They selected a wide onewhich gave them plenty of room, and off they started. 

It was a lovely, clear day, and the blue sky and the darker blue oceanmet at the far distant horizon, with whitecaps dotted all over thecrests of the waves. A few ships and steamers were to be seen, butmostly the children's attention was attracted to the scenes on shore. 

"I thought it was lovely last night, " said Midget, "but it's even nicernow. The booths and shops are so gay and festive, and the ladies alllook so pretty in their summer frocks and bright parasols. "

They stopped occasionally, for soda water or candy, and once theystopped at a camera place and had their pictures taken in the rollingchairs. 

King proposed this, because he saw a great many people doing it, and asthe man finished up the pictures at once, the children were delightedwith the postcards. 

"I'll send one to Kit, " said Midget, "she'll love it. And I'll send oneto Grandma Maynard. "

Ruth had several of the pictures, too, and she said she should send someto friends in Philadelphia. 

"She's an awfully nice girl, " said Marjorie to her mother, when tellingof their morning's doings. "I'm so glad she's at Seacote. We're going tohave lots of fun when we get back. "

"I'm glad, too, " said Mrs. Maynard. "For you have so few acquaintancesthere, and Ruth is certainly a very sweet child. "

CHAPTER XVII

WHAT HESTER DID

"I won't have her!" declared Hester. "I'm Queen of this Court, and Iwon't have any new members taken in. You had no right, Marjorie Maynard, to ask her to belong, without consulting me!"

"Why, Hester, I had so! You may be Queen, but you don't own the wholeSand Club! And Ruth Rowland is a lovely girl. How can you dislike her, when you know how sweet and pretty she is. She says she knows you. "

"Yes, I do know her. Stuck-up, yellow-haired thing!"

Sand Court was in full session, and all had been going on amicably untilMarjorie had chanced to mention meeting Ruth at Atlantic City, and saidshe had asked her to come to the Sand Club meetings. At this, Hester hadflown into one of her rages, and declared that Ruth should not become amember of their little circle. 

"Look here, Hester Corey, " said Tom Craig, "you promised, if you couldbe Queen, to be always sweet and pleasant. Do you call this keepingyour promise?"

"Pooh, who cares! I only promised, if the club stayed just the same. Ifyou're going to put in a lot of new members without asking me, mypromise doesn't count. "

"Ruth isn't 'a lot, '" said Marjorie, laughing at Hester's fury. 

But her laughter only made Queen Sandy more angry than ever. 

"I don't care if she isn't! She's a new member, and I won't have _any_new members, --so, there, now!"

"Say, Hester, " began King, "I don't think you're boss of this club. Justbecause you're Queen, you don't have any more say than the GrandSandjandrum, or me, or anybody. "

"I do, too! A Queen has _all_ the say, --about everything! And I saythere sha'n't be any more people in this club, and so there sha'n't!"

Hester stamped her foot and shook her fist and wagged her head in theangriest possible way, and if the others hadn't been so exasperated byher ill-temper they must have laughed at the funny picture she made. Hernew crown was tumbled sideways, her hair ribbons had come off, and herface, flushed red and angry, was further disfigured by a disagreeablescowl. 

And just at this moment Ruth arrived. She came in, smiling, neatlydressed in a clean print frock, and broad straw hat with a wreath offlowers round it. 

"Hello, Marjorie, " she said, a little shyly, for she didn't know theCraig boys, and she couldn't help seeing that Hester was in a fit oftemper. 

"Hello, Ruth, " said Marjorie, running to her, and taking her by thehand. "Come on in; this is Sand Court. These are the Craig boys, --Tom, Dick, and Harry. And this is our Queen, --but I think you know HesterCorey. "

"Yes, " began Ruth, but Hester cried out: "I don't want her to know me!She sha'n't join our club, I say!"

Ruth looked bewildered at first, and then her sweet little face wrinkledup, and the tears came into her big blue eyes. 

"Don't cry, Ruth, " said Midget, putting her arm round her; "Hester issort of mad this morning, but I guess she'll get over it. Don't mindher. "

"I won't get over it, " screamed Hester. "I'm not going to have RuthRowland in this club!"

"For goodness gracious sakes, children, what _is_ the matter?"

A grown-up voice exclaimed these words, and then Mr. Jack Bryant enteredSand Court. He took in the situation at a glance, but pretended to beignorant of the true state of things. 

"What's up, O Queen?" he said, addressing Hester. "Oh, sunny-faced, honey-voiced Queen of Sand Court, what, I prithee, is up?"

"Nothing, " growled Hester, looking sullen. 

"Nay, nay, not so, sweet Queen; I bethink me there is much up, indeed!Else why these unusual consternations on the faces of thy courtiers?"

Of course, Cousin Jack knew all about the doings of Sand Court. He hadoften been with them, and delighted them all by talking "Courtlanguage, " but to-day nobody responded to his pleasantry. Ruth andMarjorie were on the verge of tears, the boys were all angry at Hester, and Hester herself was in one of her wildest furies. 

She refused to answer Cousin Jack, and sat on her throne, shrugging hershoulders and twitching about, with every cross expression possible onher pouting face. Mr. Bryant became more serious. 

"Children, " he said, "this won't do. This Sand Club is a jolly, good-natured club, usually, and now that I see you all at sixes andsevens, I want to know what's the matter. Midget, will you tell me?"

"I want Ruth Rowland to be in our club, " said Marjorie, straightforwardly; "and Hester doesn't want her. And Hester says thatbecause she is Queen, we must all do as she says. "

"Ah, ha; urn, hum. Well, Hester, my dear child, _why_ don't you wantRuth in the club?"

"Because I don't!" and the Queen looked more disagreeable than ever. 

"Because you _don't_! Well, now, you see, my dear, that is just noreason at all, so Ruth can be a member, as far as you're concerned. "

"No, she can't! I won't have her in!"

"Why?"

"Because I don't like her!"

"Ah, now we're getting at it. And suppose any of the club shouldn't likeyou; then you couldn't be a member, could you?"

"They _do_ like me!" declared Hester. 

"_Like_ you! like _you_! A girl that flies into rages, and says unkindthings? Oh, no, nobody could like a girl like that! Now, I'll fix it. You, Hester, won't have Ruth in the club, you say. Well, then if you'renot in the club yourself, of course Ruth could come in. So, the rest ofthe club can choose which of you two girls they'd rather have, as itseems impossible to have you both. King, as the oldest, I'll ask youfirst. Will you choose to have Hester or Ruth in this club?"

"Ruth, " said King, promptly. "She doesn't quarrel all the time. "

"Next, Tom. Which do you choose?"

"Ruth, " replied Tom. 

"Why, Tom Craig!" cried Hester, in surprise; "you never saw that girltill to-day!"

"No, but I've seen you, " he replied; "and I can tell you, Hester, I'mtired of these scraps you're always putting up! I believe we'll havebetter times with Ruth Rowland. "

"Marjorie, " Cousin Jack went on, "which girl do you choose?"

"I'd like them both, " said Midget, who couldn't quite bring herself todenounce Hester entirely. 

"But Hester won't have Ruth. You must choose one or the other. "

"Then I choose Ruth, Cousin Jack. For Hester does make me a lot oftrouble. "

Midget sighed deeply, for, truly, Hester had caused strife in the clubfrom its very beginning. 

The two smaller boys voted decidedly for Ruth, and then Cousin Jackturned to Hester. 

"You see, " he said, but not unkindly, "the club has unanimouslyexpressed its preference for Ruth. I don't see that you can do anythingbut take your hat and go home. "

Hester looked at him in amazement. 

"What do you mean?" she cried. "I _won't_ go home! I'm Queen, and I'llstay here and _be_ Queen! Ruth can go home!"

"No, " said Mr. Bryant, more decidedly this time; "Ruth is not goinghome. You're to go home, Hester. I happen to know that the Maynardchildren and the Craig boys have already shown patience andunselfishness toward your tyranny and unreasonableness--now, they're notgoing to be imposed on any longer. I'll have a voice in this mattermyself. Either you'll stay in the club and agree to have Ruth for amember also, and be pleasant and kind to her, or else you can take yourhat and go home. "

Mr. Bryant spoke quietly, but very firmly. He knew all the club had beenthrough, in putting up with Hester's tantrums, and he thought it onlyfair that they should be relieved of this troublesome member. 

"I won't have Ruth in, " she repeated, but she dropped her eyes beforeMr. Bryant's stern glance. 

"I'm sorry, Hester, but if you won't have Ruth in, then you must gohome, yourself, and I will ask you to go at once. "

"All right, I'm glad to go!" and Hester pulled off her crown and threwit on the ground, and stamped on it. Then she broke in two her prettygilt sceptre, and threw that down. She flung her hat on her head andmarched out of Sand Court with angry glances at each one. She flirtedher skirts and twitched her shoulders, and though she said nothing, shewas as furious a little girl as can well be imagined. 

Ruth was almost frightened, for she was unaccustomed to such scenes. Norwere the Maynards used to them, except as they had seen Hester in herrages now and then. 

Cousin Jack looked after the child a little sadly. He was sorry that shecould behave so, but he had made up his mind that Midget and King hadbeen imposed on by Hester for a long time, and he had determined to puta stop to it. The advent of Ruth gave a good opportunity, and he availedhimself of it. 

A silence fell on them all. They watched Hester as she slowly went outof Sand Court. 

But as she started across the lawn, she saw a garden hose with which aman had been sprinkling the grass. He had gone off and left it lying onthe ground, partly turned off. 

Hester picked it up, turned it on to run full force, and whirlingherself quickly around pointed it straight at Ruth. In a moment thechild was-soaked, --her pretty fresh dress hung limp and wet, her curlswere drenched, and the swift stream of water in her face almost knockedher over. 

Marjorie sprang to Ruth's side, and received a drenching herself. 

King ran to Hester to take the hose from her, but she turned it full inhis face and sent him sprawling to the ground. 

The Craig boys were treated the same way, and when Mr. Bryantmanoeuvred to get behind Hester and pinion her arms, she wheeled andsent the splashing stream all over him. 

"You little vixen!" cried Cousin Jack, as, unheeding the water, hegrasped her right arm. 

But the child was wonderfully agile and like an eel she squirmed out ofhis grasp, and wielding her ungainly weapon with her left hand, sheagain sprayed the water on the two girls. 

"You stop that, Hester Corey!" yelled King, as he scrambled to his feet, and in another moment he and Cousin Jack succeeded in getting the hoseaway from Hester. 

"She ought to have it turned on her!" said Cousin Jack, looking at thelittle fury, now dancing up and down in her angry rage. "But, I don'twant anything more to do with you, miss. Go home at once, and tell yourmother all that has happened. "

Glad to get away without further reprimand, Hester, her wrath spent now, walked slowly across the lawn and out of the gate. 

"She's a terror!" Cousin Jack commented; "now forget it, kiddies, andlet's go into the house and get dried out. Are you girlies much wet?"

"Not so awfully, " replied Marjorie. "Mostly our hair and, oh, yes, thefront of Ruth's skirt is soaked!"

"Well, we'll build a fire in the library, and hang ourselves up to dry. Come on, all you Sand boys and girls. "

They went in the house, and while they dried their hair and clothes, Cousin Jack told them funny stories and made no mention of Hester or ofthe Sand Club. 

"Now we're going to play a game, " he announced, after everybody was dry, and the fire had died away to ashes. "Here are the things to play itwith. "

He produced what looked like some rolls of ribbon, and six pairs ofscissors. But it wasn't ribbon, it was the white paper that comes rolledin with ribbon, when bought by the piece. This paper was about an inchwide and he had enough to cut six pieces, each about ten feet long. 

These pieces he fastened by one end to the wainscoting with thumb tacks, and giving the other end of each piece to one of the children, he badethem stand in a row, far enough away to hold their paper strips outstraight across the room. 

Then, at his given signal, each one was to begin to cut, with thescissors, straight through the middle of the paper, lengthwise, the gamebeing to cut clear to the end without tearing the paper. Of course, ifcarefully done, this would divide each paper into two strips of equalwidth. 

But the game was also to see which reached the end first, and the winnerwas promised a prize. If the scissors inadvertently cut off eitherstrip, the player was "out. "

"Go!" cried Cousin Jack, "and strive only for the greatest speedconsistent with safety. If you go too fast, you're very likely to snipoff your strips; and if you go too slow, somebody else will beat you. Hurry up, Ruth, you're going evenly, but you'll never get there at thatrate! Oh, hold up, Harry! if you go so fast you'll snip it off. You'reterribly close to one edge, now! Ah, there you go! one strip is choppedright off. Well, never mind, my boy, stand here by me, and watch theothers. What, Tom out, too? Well, well, Tom, the more haste the lessspeed! Careful, Midget, you'll be out in a minute. There you go! Out itis, for Mehitabel! Well, we have three still in the running. Easy doesit, King! You're getting along finely. Hurry up, Ruth. You can go fasterthan that, and still be safe. Dick just says nothing and saws wood. That's it, Dick, slow and sure!"

Those who were "out" watched the others with breathless interest. Itwould have been an easy task had there been no competition. To cut along paper into two strips is not difficult, but to cut that paper inhaste, with others looking on and commenting, is more trying. Thescissors seem bewitched. The paper twists and curls, and one's fingersseem to be all thumbs. King was doing well, but he gave an impatientjerk as the paper curled round his finger, and then he was out. 

Dick worked steadily, and Ruth plodded slowly along. 

As they neared the end at the same time the watchers grew greatlyexcited. 

"I bet on Ruth!" cried King; "go it, Ruth! get up! g'lang there!"

"Go on, Dick, " cried Marjorie. "Clk! Clk! go 'long!"

On sped the cutters, but just as it seemed as if they must finish at thesame time, Dick gave a little nervous jerk at his paper, and it toreright off. 

"Oh, " said Midget, "you're out, Dicksie!"

And then Ruth, slowly and carefully, cut the last few inches of herpaper, and held up her two strips triumphantly. She looked so sweet andhappy about it that they all declared she ought to have been the winner, and Dick said, shyly: "I'm glad you won. "

The prize was a shell box that Cousin Jack had brought from AtlanticCity, and Ruth dimpled with pleasure as she took it. 

"Thank you so much, Mr. Bryant, " she said, prettily; "I never won aprize before, and I shall always keep it. "

"I'm glad you won it, Ruth, " said Cousin Jack, "and I want you to let ithelp you forget any unpleasantness of to-day. Will you forget all thathappened at Sand Court, and just remember that the Maynards and theCraigs are kind and polite children, and never mind about anybody else. And come again some time, and play in Sand Court, won't you? And I'llpromise you a good and pleasant time. "

Ruth agreed gladly to all this, and then she went home, so happy thatthe memory of her pleasant hours made her almost forget Hester'srudeness. 

"Now, kiddies, " said Mr. Bryant, after she had gone, "I want you, too, to forget all about Hester's performance. Don't talk it over, and don'tsay hard things of Hester. Just forget it, and think about somethingnice. "

"All right, Cousin Jack, " said Midget, "we'll do as you say. Come on, boys, let's race down to the beach!"

The children ran away, and after a consultation with Mrs. Maynard, Mr. Bryant set out to make a call on Mrs. Corey. 

His was not a pleasant task, but he felt it his duty to tell her franklyof Hester's behavior, and to say that Mr. And Mrs. Maynard couldn'tallow her further to impose on their children. Mrs. Corey didn't resentthis decree, but she was greatly pained at the necessity therefor. 

"I don't know what to do with Hester, " she said, sadly. "The child hasalways been subject to those ungovernable rages. I hope she will outgrowthem. I feel sorry for her, for it is not really her fault. She tries tobe more patient, and sometimes succeeds; then suddenly her temper breaksout at most unexpected moments. "

Mr. Bryant did not say what he thought; that Hester was a spoiled child, and that had her mother taught her how sinful such a temper was, shecould have learned to control it, at least, to a degree. 

But he said that the Maynards could not allow Hester to come to SandCourt any more, unless with the thorough understanding and agreementthat Ruth was to be a member of the Sand Club, and that Marjorie was tobe Queen again. He said that Hester had forfeited all right to be Queen, and that as Midget practically formed the club, the right to be Queenwas hers. 

Mrs. Corey agreed to all this, expressed great chagrin that Hester hadacted so rudely, and promised to talk to the child and try to induce abetter spirit of kindness and good comradeship. 

And Cousin Jack went away, feeling that he had served the littleMaynards a good turn, if it had been a difficult and unpleasant duty toperform. 

CHAPTER XVIII

A FINE GAME

One Saturday morning, the Maynards and the Bryants sat on the veranda of"Maynard Manor, " and every one of them was gazing at the sky. 

"It will, --I know it will, " said Mrs. Maynard, hopelessly. 

"It won't, --I know it won't!" exclaimed Marjorie, smiling at her mother. 

"It's bound to, " declared Cousin Jack, "and there's no use thinking itwon't!"

Of course, they were talking about the rain, which hadn't yet begun tofall, but which, judging from the ominous gray sky and black clouds, would soon do so. 

"Yep, there are the first drops now!" cried King, as some black spotssuddenly appeared on the veranda steps. 

"Yep! that settles it!" Marjorie agreed, "we'll have to give up thetrip. What can we do, nice, instead?"

They had planned an all-day motor trip. Mr. Maynard was always at homeon Saturdays, and he liked nothing better than to take his family andfriends for a ride. 

"The nicest thing just now would be to scoot indoors!" said Cousin Jack, as the drops came faster and thicker, and a gust of wind sent the raindashing at them. 

So they all scurried into the house, and gathered in the big living-roomto discuss the situation. 

"It does seem too bad to have it rain on a Saturday, " said Cousin Ethel, looking regretfully out of the window. 

"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day, " chanted Midget, drummingon the pane with her finger tips. 

"Oh, if I were a kiddy, I shouldn't mind it, " said Cousin Jack, teasingly, to Marjorie. "There are lots of things you can play. But uspoor grown-ups have no fun to look forward to but motoring, and now wecan't do that. "

"Oh, if I were a grown-up, _I_ shouldn't mind it, " said Midget, laughingback at him. "Grown-ups can do anything they like, but kiddies have todo as they're told. "

"Ah, yes, " and Cousin Jack sighed deeply, "but we have sorrows and caresthat you know nothing of. "

"Yes, " returned Marjorie, "and _we_ have sorrows and cares that _you_know nothing of! I'd like you to change places with us for a day, andsee----"

"All right, we will!" exclaimed Cousin Jack. "That's a fine game! Forto-day, we grown-ups will be the children and you and King can playmother and father to us!"

"Oh, what larks!" cried King. "Let's begin right away! Will you, Mother?"

Mrs. Maynard laughed. "I'll try it, " she said, "but not for all day. Saytill afternoon. "

"Well, till five o'clock this afternoon, " suggested Marjorie; "will you, Father, will you?"

"I'll play any game the rest play, " said good-natured Mr. Maynard. "Whatdo you want me to do?"

"Well, you must obey us implicitly! King is Father, and I'm Mother, andyou four are our children; Helen and Ed, and Ethel and Jack, your namesare! Oh, what fun! King, what shall we do first?"

"Hear their lessons, I guess. Now, my dears, I know it's vacation, butyou really ought to study a little each day, to keep your minds fromrusting out. "

This was a favorite speech of Mrs. Maynard's, and as King quoted it, with a twinkle in his eye, it was recognized at once, at least, by thefour Maynards. 

"All right, " cried Marjorie, dancing about in excitement, "sit in a row, children. Why, Ed, your hands are a sight! Go at once, and wash them, myboy, and never appear before me again with such an untidy appearance!"

Mr. Maynard obediently left the room, and when he returned a few momentslater, his hands were immaculately clean. Also, he was munching a cooky, apparently with great delight. 

"Give me one!" demanded Cousin Jack. 

"And me!" "And me!" begged both the ladies, trying to act like eagerchildren. Mr. Maynard drew more cookies from his pockets and gave themto the others, not, however, including King and Marjorie. 

"Now, children, finish your cookies, but don't drop crumbs on thefloor, " said Midget, choking with laughter at Cousin Jack, who wascramming large bits of his cake into his mouth. 

"Please, Mother, may I go and get a drink of water?" he mumbled. 

"Yes, Jack, go. And then don't ever take such big bites of cooky again!You children have the worst manners I ever saw!"

And then each one had to have a drink of water, and there was muchlaughter and scrambling before they were again in order for theirlessons. 

"Geography, first, " said King, picking up a magazine to serve as apretended text-book. 

"Edward, bound Missouri. "

"Missouri is bounded on the north, --by, --by, --Kansas, I guess. "

"Pshaw! he doesn't know his lesson! let me say it!" exclaimed CousinJack. "Missouri is bounded on the north by Kentucky, on the east byAlabama, on the south by New Jersey, and on the west by Philadelphia. Itis a great cotton-growing state, and contains six million inhabitants, mostly Hoosiers. "

"Fine!" cried Marjorie, "every word correct! Next, Ethel, what is theCapital of the United States?"

"Seacote, " said Cousin Ethel, laughing. 

"Sure it is!" agreed King; "now that's enough jography. Next, we'll havearithmetic. Helen, how much is eighteen times forty-seven?"

"I don't know, " said Mrs. Maynard, helplessly. 

"Don't know your multiplication table! Fie, fie, my dear! You must stayin after school and study it. Edward, how much _is_ eighteen timesforty-seven?"

"Six hundred and fifty-nine, Father. "

"Right, my boy! Go up head. "

"Now, I'll give an example, " said Midget. "If Edward has three eggs andJack has two eggs, how many have they together?"

"Can't do it!" declared Cousin Jack, "'cause Ed and I are never togetherat breakfast, and that's the only time we have eggs!"

"Then here's another!" cried Midget; "how can you divide thirteen applesevenly among four people?"

"You can't!" said Cousin Jack, "that's the answer. "

"No, it isn't! Who knows?"

"Invite in nine more people, " suggested Mr. Maynard. 

"No; that's not it! Oh, it's easy! Don't you know, Mother? I mean, _Helen_?"

But they all gave it up, so Marjorie announced the solution, which is, "Make apple sauce!"

"History lesson, now, " said King. "Edward, who discovered America?"

"Pocahontas, " replied Mr. Maynard. 

"Right. Who was Pocahontas?"

"A noble Indian Princess, who was born July 29th, 1563. "

"Very good. Ethel, describe the Battle of Bunker Hill. "

"I can't; I wasn't there. "

"You should have gone, " reprimanded King, severely. "Didn't you readthe newspaper accounts of it?"

"Yes, but I didn't believe them. "

"Jack Bryant, can you describe this famous battle?"

"Yes, sir. It was fought under the shadow of the Bunker Hill Monument. At sundown the shadow ceased, so they all said, 'Disperse ye rebels, andlay down your arms!' So they laid down their arms and went to sleep. "

"Very well done, Master Bryant. Now, we're going to speak pieces. Eachpupil will speak a piece or write a composition. You may take yourchoice. "

"I'll speak a piece! Let me speak first!" exclaimed Cousin Ethel, jumping up and down. "May I speak now, Teacher!"

"Yes, Ethel, dear, " said Midget, kindly; "you may speak your piecefirst. Stand up here, by me. Make your bow. "

So Cousin Ethel came up to Marjorie, and acted like a very shy andbashful child. She put her finger in her mouth, and dropped her eyes andwriggled about, and picked at her skirt, until everybody was in peals oflaughter. 

"Be quiet, children, " said Midget, trying to control her own face. "Now, everybody sit still while Ethel Bryant recites. "

Cousin Ethel made a very elaborate dancing-school bow, and then, swayingback and forth in school-child fashion, she recited in a monotonoussingsong, these lines:

 "MUD PIES

 "The grown-ups are the queerest folks; they never seem to know That mud pies always have to be made just exactly so. You have to have a nice back yard, a sunny pleasant day, And then you ask some boys and girls to come around and play. You mix some mud up in a pail, and stir it with a stick; It mustn't be a bit too thin--and not a bit too thick. And then you make it into pies, and pat it with your hand, And bake 'em on a nice flat board, and my! but they are grand!"

Mrs. Bryant declaimed, with suitable gestures, and finally sat down onthe floor and made imaginary mud pies, in such a dear, childish way thather audience was delighted, and gave her really earnest encores. 

"Do you know another piece, Ethel?" asked Marjorie. 

"Yes, ma'am, " and Mrs. Bryant resumed her shy voice and manner. 

"Then you may recite it, as your little schoolmates seem anxious to haveyou do so. "

So again, Mrs. Bryant diffidently made her bow, and recited, with realdramatic effect:

 "AN UNVISITED LOCALITY

 "I wisht I was as big as men, To see the Town of After Ten; I've heard it is so bright and gay, It's almost like another day. But to my bed I'm packed off straight When that old clock strikes half-past eight! It's awful hard to be a boy And never know the sort of joy That grown-up people must have when They're in the Town of After Ten. I'm sure I don't know what they do, For shops are closed, and churches too. Perhaps with burglars they go 'round, And do not dare to make a sound! Well, soon I'll be a man, and then I'll see the Town of After Ten!"

"Oh, Cousin Ethel, you're lovely!" cried Marjorie, forgetting her rôlefor the moment. But King took it up. 

"Yes, little Ethel, " he said, "you recite very nicely, for such a youngchild. Now, go to your seat, and Helen Maynard may recite next. "

"Mine is a Natural History Poem, " said Mrs. Maynard, coming up to theteacher's desk. "It is founded on fact, and it is highly instructive. "

"That's nice, " said King. "Go ahead with it. "

So Mrs. Maynard made her bow and though not bashful, like Mrs. Bryant, she was very funny, for she pretended to forget her lines, andstammered and hesitated, and finally burst into pretended tears. But, urged on and encouraged by the teachers, she finally concluded this gemof poesy:

 "THE WHISTLING WHALE

 "A whistling whale once built his nest On the very tiptop of a mountain's crest. He wore a tunic and a blue cocked hat, And for fear of mice he kept a cat. The whistling whale had a good-sized mouth, It measured three feet from north to south; But when he whistled he puckered it up Till it was as small as a coffee-cup. The people came from far and near This wonderful whistling whale to hear; And in a most obliging way He stood on his tail and whistled all day. "

"That's a truly noble poem, " commented King, as she finished. "Take yourseat, Helen; you have done splendidly, my little girl!"

"Now, Teddy Maynard, it's your turn, " said Marjorie. 

"After Jacky, " declared Mr. Maynard, and nothing would induce him toprecede his friend. 

"Mine is about a visit I paid to the Zoo, " said Mr. Bryant, lookingmodest. "I wrote it myself for a composition, but it turned out to bepoetry. I never can tell how my compositions are going to turn out. "

"Recite it, " said Marjorie, "and we'll see if we like it. "

"It's about wild animals, " went on Cousin Jack, "and it tells of theirhabits. "

"That's very nice, " said King, condescendingly; "go ahead, my boy. "

So Cousin Jack recited this poem:

 "THE WAYS OF THE WILD

 "There's nothing quite so nice to do As pay a visit to the zoo, And see beasts that, at different times, Were brought from strange and distant climes. I love to watch the tapirs tape; I stand intent, with mouth agape. Then I observe the vipers vipe; They're a most interesting type. I love to see the beavers beave; Indeed, you scarcely would believe That they can beave so cleverly, Almost as well as you or me. And then I pass along, and lo! Panthers are panthing to and fro. And in the next cage I can see The badgers badging merrily. Oh, the dear beasties at the zoo, What entertaining things they do!"

"That's fine!" exclaimed Midget. "I didn't know we were going to have a_real_ entertainment!"

"Very good, Jacky!" pronounced King. "I shall mark you ten indeclamation. You're a good declaimer. Now, Teddy Maynard, it's yourturn. "

"Mine is real oratory, " declared Mr. Maynard, as he rose from his seat. "But I find that so many fine oratorical pieces fizzle out after theirfirst lines, that I just pick out the best lines and use them fordeclamation. Now, you can see how well my plan works. "

He struck an attitude, bowed to each of his audience separately, clearedhis throat impressively, and then began to declaim in a stilted, stageyvoice, and with absurd dramatic gestures:

 "THE ART OF ELOCUTION

 "The noble songs of noble deeds of bravery or glory Are much enhanced if they're declaimed with stirring oratory. I love sonorous words that roll like billows o'er the seas; These I recite like Cicero or like Demosthenes. 

 "And so, from every poem what is worthy I select; I use the phrases I like best, the others I reject; And thus, I claim, that I have found the logical solution Of difficulties that attend the art of elocution. 

 "Whence come these shrieks so wild and shrill? Across the sands o' Dee? Lo, I will stand at thy right hand and keep the bridge with thee! For this was Tell a hero? For this did Gessler die? 'The curse is come upon me!' said the Spider to the Fly. 

 "When Britain first at Heaven's command said, 'Boatswain, do not tarry; The despot's heel is on thy shore, and while ye may, go marry. ' Let dogs delight to bark and bite the British Grenadiers, Lars Porsena of Clusium lay dying in Algiers!

 "Old Grimes is dead! Ring out, wild bells! And shall Trelawney die? Then twenty thousand Cornishmen are comin' thro' the rye! The Blessed Damozel leaned out, --she was eight years old _she said_! Lord Lovel stood at his castle gate, whence all but him had fled. 

 "Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! Only three grains of corn! Stay, Lady, stay! for mercy's sake! and wind the bugle horn. The glittering knife descends--descends--Hark, hark, the foeman's cry! The world is all a fleeting show! Said Gilpin, 'So am I!'

 "The sea! the sea! the open sea! Roll on, roll on, thou deep! Maxwelton braes are bonny, but Macbeth hath murdered sleep! Answer me, burning shades of night! what's Hecuba to me? Alone stood brave Horatius! The boy--oh, where was he?"

"Oh, Father!" cried Marjorie, as Mr. Maynard finished, "did you reallymake that up? Or did you find it in a book?"

But Mr. Maynard wouldn't tell, and only accepted the praise heaped uponhim, with a foolish smirk, like an embarrassed schoolboy. 

"Now, children, school is out, " said Midget, "and it's about luncheontime. So go and tidy yourselves up to come to the table. You're alwayssending us to tidy up, Mother, so now you can see what a nuisance it is!Run along, and come back as quickly as you can, for luncheon is nearlyready. "

The four grown-ups went away to tidy up, and King and Midget madefurther plans for this new game. It was still raining, so there was nohope of going motoring, and they concluded they were having enough funat home to make up for it. 

But when the four "children" returned, they looked at them a moment insilent astonishment, and then burst into shrieks of laughter. 

Mr. Maynard and Mr. Bryant had transformed themselves into boys, bybrushing their hair down very wet and straight, and wearing large, roundcollars made of white paper, and tied with enormous bows. They lookedfunny enough, but the two ladies were funnier still. Mrs. Maynard hadher hair in two long pigtails tied with huge ribbons, and Cousin Ethelhad her hair in bunches of curls, also tied with big bows. They bothwore white bib aprons, and carried foolish-looking dolls which they hadmade out of pillows, tied round with string. 

"You _dear_ children!" cried Midget; "I think you are lovely! Come alongto luncheon. "

The "children" politely let King and Midget go first, and they followed, giggling. Sarah, the waitress, was overcome with amusement, but shemanaged to keep a straight face, as the comical-looking procession filedin. 

King and Marjorie appropriated their parents' seats, and the others satat the sides of the table. 

"No, Helen, dear, " said Midget, "you can't have any tea. It isn't goodfor little girls. You may have a glass of milk, if you wish. "

"I don't think these lobster croquettes are good for Jack, " said King, looking wisely at Midget; "they're very rich, and he's subject toindigestion. "

"I am not!" declared Cousin Jack, looking longingly at the temptingcroquettes, for which Ellen was famous. 

"There, there, my child, " said Marjorie; "don't contradict your father. Perhaps he could have a half of one, King. "

"Yes, that would scarcely make him ill, " and King gave Cousin Jack aportion of one small croquette, which he ate up at once, and found to bemerely an aggravation. 

"Oh, no! no pie for Edward, " said Marjorie, when a delicious lemonmeringue made its appearance. "Pie is entirely unsuitable for children!He may have a nice baked apple. "

And Mr. Maynard was plucky enough to eat his baked apple without amurmur, for he remembered that often he had advised Mrs. Maynard againstgiving the children pie. 

To be sure, the pie would not harm the grown people, but Mr. Maynard hadagreed to "play the game, " and it was his nature to do thoroughlywhatever he undertook. 

CHAPTER XIX

MORE FUN

"Now, Helen, " said Marjorie, as they left the dining-room, "you mustpractise for an hour. "

"Oh, Mother, I don't feel a bit like it! Mayn't I skip it to-day?"

This was, in effect, a speech that Marjorie often made, and she had tolaugh at her mother's mimicry. 

But she straightened her face, and said, "No, my child; you must do yourpractising, or you won't be ready for your lesson when the teacher comesto-morrow. "

"All right, Mother, " said Mrs. Maynard, cheerfully, and sitting down atthe piano, she began to rattle off a gay waltz. 

"Oh, no, Helen, " remonstrated Marjorie, "that won't do! You must playyour scales and exercises. See, here's the book. Now, play that pageover and over for an hour. "

Marjorie did hate those tedious "exercises, " and she was glad for hermother to see how poky it was to drum at them for an hour. As a rule, Marjorie did her practising patiently enough, but sometimes sherevolted, and it made her chuckle to see Mrs. Maynard carefully pickingout the "five-finger drills. "

"Keep your hands straight, Helen, " she admonished her mother. "Keep thebacks of them so level that a lead pencil wouldn't roll off. I'll get alead pencil. "

"No, don't!" exclaimed Mrs. Maynard, in dismay. She liked to play thepiano, but she was far from careful to hold her hands in the positionrequired by Midget's teacher. 

"Yes, I think I'd better, Helen. If you contract bad habits, it's sodifficult to break them. "

Roguish Marjorie brought a lead pencil, and laid it carefully across theback of her mother's hand, from which it immediately rolled off. 

"Now, Helen, you must hold your hand level. Try again, dearie, and if itrolls off, pick it up and put it back in place. "

Mrs. Maynard made a wry face, and the other grown-ups laughed, to seethe difficulty she experienced with the pencil. 

"One--two--three--four, " she counted, aloud. 

"Count to yourself, Helen, " said Marjorie. "It's annoying to hear you dothat!"

This, too, was quoted, for Mrs. Maynard had often objected to themonotonous drone of Marjorie's counting aloud. 

But the mother began to see that a child's life has its own littletroubles, and she smiled appreciatively at Midget, as she picked up thepencil from the floor for the twentieth time, and replaced it on theback of her hand, now stiff and lame from the unwonted restraint. 

"You dear old darling!" cried Midget, flying over and kissing thepatient musician; "you sha'n't do that any longer! I declare, King, it'sclearing off, after all! Let's take the children out for a walk. "

"Very well, we will. Oh, here comes Ruth! Come in, Ruth. "

Ruth Rowland came in, and looked greatly mystified at the appearance ofthe elder members of the group before her. 

But King and Midget explained what was going on, and said:

"And you can be Aunt Ruth, come to call on us and our children. "

Ruth's eyes danced with fun, and she sat down, saying to Marjorie, "I'mglad to see the children looking so well; have any of them thewhooping-cough? I hear it's around some. "

"I have, " declared Cousin Jack, and then he began to cough and whoop ina most exaggerated imitation of the whooping-cough. Indeed, in hisparoxysms, he almost turned somersaults. 

"I hab a bad cold id by head, " declared Mr. Maynard, and he began aseries of such prodigious sneezes that all the others screamed withlaughter. 

"Well, your children aren't so very well, after all, are they?"commented Ruth, as they watched the two men cutting up their capers. 

"The girls are, " said Marjorie, looking affectionately at her two"daughters. "

"Oh, I'm not!" declared Mrs. Maynard; "I have a fearful toothache, " andshe held her cheek in her hand, and rocked back and forth, pretendingdreadful pain. 

"And I have the mumps!" announced Cousin Ethel, puffing out her prettypink cheeks, to make believe they were swollen with that ailment. 

"Well, you're a crowd of invalids!" said King; "I believe some fresh airwould do you good. Out you all go, for a walk. Get your hats, kiddies, and be quick about it. "

The grown-ups scampered away to get their hats, and the ladies put uptheir hair properly and took off their white aprons. 

The two men discarded their big collars and ties, but the game was notyet over, and the group went gayly out and down toward the beach. 

"May we go in bathing, Mother?" asked Mr. Maynard. 

"Not in bathing, my son, " returned Marjorie; "the waves are too strong. But, if you wish, you may all take off your shoes and stockings and go'paddling. '"

However, none of the quartette of "children" accepted this permission, so they all sat on the sand and built forts. 

"Now, I guess we'll all go to the pier, and get ice cream, " said King. "How would you like that, kiddies?"

"Fine!" said Cousin Jack. "It's getting warmer, and I'm hungering forice cream. Come on, all. "

"Gently, my boy, gently, " said King, as Cousin Jack scrambled to hisfeet, upsetting sand all over everybody. "Now, walk along nicely andproperly, don't go too fast, and we'll reach the pier in good time. "

"Turn out your toes, " directed Marjorie; "hold up your head, Ethel. Don't swing your arms, Edward. "

As a matter of fact the four grown people found it a little difficult tofollow these bits of good advice they had so often given carelessly tothe children, and they marched along rather stiffly. 

"Try to be a little more graceful, Helen, " said King, and they alllaughed, for Mrs. Maynard was really a very graceful lady, and wasspoiling her gait by over-attention to Midget's rules. At the pier, King selected a pleasant table, and ranged his party around it. 

"Bring three plates of ice cream, and four half-portions, " he directedthe waiter. And when it was brought, he calmly gave the four smallpieces to his parents and the Bryants. 

Cousin Jack's face fell, for he was warm and tired, and he wanted morethan a spoonful of the refreshing delicacy. But a surreptitious glanceat his watch showed him it was almost five o'clock; so he accepted hisplate without a murmur. 

"It's very nice, Mother, " he said demurely, eating it by tiny bits, scraped from the edges as he had sometimes seen Marjorie do, when hershare had been limited to half a plate. 

"I'm glad you like it, son, " she returned; "don't eat too fast, --holdyour spoon properly, --take small bites of cake. "

Ruth was convulsed by this new sort of fun, and asked Marjorie if theyhad ever played the game before. 

"No, " Cousin Jack answered for her, "and I'm jolly well sure we neverwill again! I've had enough of being 'a child again, just for to-night!'And, if you please, ladies and gentlemen, it's now five o'clock! the jigis up! the game is played out! the ball is over! Here, waiter; bringsome ice cream, please. Full-sized plates, all around!"

The amused waiter hurried away on his errand, and Mr. And Mrs. Maynardsat up suddenly, as if relieved of a great responsibility. 

"Bring some cake, too, " said Mrs. Maynard, "and a pot of tea. Don't youwant some tea, Ethel?"

"Indeed, I do, Helen; I'm exhausted. Jack, if you ever propose such agame again!"

"I didn't propose it, my dear! Now, will you look at that! Everythingalways gets blamed on me!"

And now there was plenty of ice cream for everybody, and the childrenwere allowed to have all they wanted, and they were all glad to get backto their rightful places again. 

"But it was fun!" said Marjorie, and then she told Ruth all about thefunny things they had done before she arrived on the scene. 

Then they all walked around by Ruth's house to take her home, and thenthey walked around by Bryant Bower to take the Bryants home, and thenthe Maynards went home themselves. 

"I'm going to write Kit all about it, " said Marjorie; "she'd have lovedthat game, if she'd been here. "

"She loves any make-believe game, " said King. "You write to her, Midget;I've got to write up _The Jolly Sandboy_ paper. "

"I should think you had! You haven't done one for two weeks. "

"I know it; but it's because nobody sends in any contributions. I can'tmake it all up alone. "

"'Course you can't. When I write to Kitty, I'll ask her if she hasn'tsome things we could put in it. She and Uncle Steve are always making uppoetry and stories. "

"Good idea, Mops! Tell her to be _sure_ to send me a lot of stuff, firstthing she does!"

"Well, I will;" and Marjorie set to work at her letter. 

It was finished by dinner time, for Marjorie's letters to her sisterwere not marked by any undue precision of style or penmanship, and asMarjorie laid it on the hall table to be mailed, she told King that shehad given Kitty his message. 

"Father, " said Midget, at dinner, that night, "what day did Cousin Jacksay was Pocahontas' birthday?"

"I don't remember, my dear; but I'm quite sure he doesn't really know, nor any one else. I fancy he made up that date. "

"Well, do you know of anybody, anybody nice and celebrated, whosebirthday comes about now?"

"The latter part of July? No, Midget, I don't. Why?"

"Oh, 'cause I think it would be nice to have a celebration, and youcan't celebrate without a hero. "

"Do you call Pocahontas a hero?" asked King, quizzically. 

"Well, she's a heroine, --it's all the same. When do you s'pose herbirthday was, Father?"

"I've no idea, Midget; and Cousin Jack hasn't, either. But if you wantto celebrate her, you can choose any day. You see, it isn't like abirthday that's celebrated every year, Washington's, Lincoln's, oryours. If you're just going to celebrate once, you can take one day aswell as another. "

"Oh, can I, Father? Then, we'll have it next week. I'll choose Augustfirst, --that's a nice day. "

"What's it all about, Midge?" asked King. 

"Oh, nothing; only I took a notion for a celebration. We had such goodtimes on Fourth of July and on my birthday, I want another birthday. "

"I think it's a good idea to choose some uncelebrated person likePocahontas, " said Mrs. Maynard; "for if you don't celebrate her I doubtif anybody ever will. "

"And you see we can have it all sort of Indian, " went on Midget. "Youknow we've a good many Indian baskets and beads and things, --and, Father, couldn't you build us a wigwam?"

"Oh, yes, a whole reservation, if you like. "

"No, just one wigwam. And we'll only have the Sand Club. I don't mean tohave a party. "

"All right, I'm in for it, " declared King, and right after dinner, thetwo set to work making plans for the celebration. 

"Cousin Jack will help, I know, " said Marjorie; "remember how he playedIndians with us, up in Cambridge, last year?"

"Yep, 'course I do. He'll be fine! He always is. "

"Let's telephone, and ask him right away. "

"All right;" and in a few moments Cousin Jack's cheery "Hello!" cameover the wire. 

"Well!" he exclaimed, "if it isn't those Maynard scamps again! Now, seehere, Mehitabel, it's time you and Hezekiah went to bed. It's nearlynine o'clock. "

"But, Cousin Jack, I just want to ask you something. "

"Not to-night, my Angel Child. Whatever you ask me to-night, I shall sayno to! Besides, I'm reading my paper, and I can't be disturbed. "

"But, Cousin Jack----"

"The Interstate Commerce Commission has to-day handed down a decision infavor of----"

"Oh, King, he's reading out of his newspaper, just to tease us! You tryhim. "

King took the telephone. "Please, Cousin Jack, listen a minute, " hesaid. 

But all the reply he heard was:

"Ephraim Hardenburg has been elected chairman of the executive committeeof the Great Coal Tar Company, to succeed James H. ----"

King hung up the receiver in disgust. 

"No use, " he said; "Cousin Jack just read more of that newspaper stuff!Never mind, Midget, we can wait till we see him. I guess I will scoot tobed, now; I'm awful sleepy. "

But when Cousin Jack heard of their project, a day or two later, he wasmore than willing to help with the celebration. 

"Well, I just guess!" he cried. "We'll have a jamboree that'll make allthe good Indians wish they were alive now, instead of four hundredthousand years ago! We'll have a wigwam and a wampum and a tomahawk andall the ancient improvements! Hooray for Pocahontas!"

"Gracious, Jack! you're the biggest child of the lot!" exclaimed Mrs. Maynard, who sat on the veranda, watching the enthusiasm going on. 

"Of course, I am, ma'am! I'm having a merry playtime this summer with mylittle friends, and as I have to work hard all winter, I really needthis vacation. "

"Of course you do! But don't let those two energetic children wear youout. "

"No, ma'am! More likely I'll wear them out. Now, for the wigwam, kiddies. Have you a couple of Navajo blankets?"

"Yes, we have! and a Bulgarian one, or whatever you call it, to pieceout, " cried Midget, as she ran to get them. 

"Just the thing!" declared Cousin Jack. "Put them aside, we won't usethem till the day of the show. 'Cause why? 'Cause it _might_ rain, --but, of course it won't. Now, for feathers, --we want lots of feathers. "

"Old hat feathers?" asked Midget. 

"Ostrich plumes? Nay, nay, me child. Good stiff quill feathers, --turkeyfeathers preferred. Well, never mind those, --I'll fish some up fromsomewhere. Now, blankets for the braves and fringed gowns for thesquaws. I'll show you how, Mehitabel, and you and your respected mothercan do the sewing act. "

Well, Cousin Jack planned just about everything, and he and the childrenturned the house upside down in their quest for materials. But Mrs. Maynard didn't mind. She was used to it, for the Maynard children wouldalways rather "celebrate" than play any ordinary game. 

CHAPTER XX

A CELEBRATION

The first of August was a perfect day for their celebration. 

They had concluded to hold a Sand Court session first, for the simplereason that so much matter for _The Jolly Sandboy_ had arrived fromKitty that King said his paper was full, and he thought it would be niceto help along the celebration. 

Cousin Jack declined an invitation to be present at the reading, sayingthat the Pocahontas part was all he could stand, so the Court convenedwithout him. Ruth was Queen for the day. This was for no particularreason, except that Marjorie thought it would be a pleasure to thelittle new member, so she insisted on Ruth's wearing the crown. 

Very dainty and sweet the little Queen looked, with her long flaxencurls hanging down from the extra gorgeous gilt-paper crown, thatMarjorie had made specially for this occasion. 

As the session began, a meek little figure appeared at the Courtentrance, and there was Hester!

"Now, you Hester!" began Tom Craig, but Hester said:

"Oh, please let me come! I _will_ be good. I won't say a single crossword, or boss, or anything. "

"All right, Hester, " said Midget, kindly, "come on in. If the Queen saysyou may we'll all say so. Do you, O Queen?"

Ruth looked doubtful for a minute, for she was a little afraid ofHester's uncertain temper; but, seeing Marjorie's pleading look, sheconsented. 

"All right, " she said; "if Hester won't throw water on me. "

"No, I won't!" declared Hester, earnestly. 

"Well, " said King, "just as long as Hester behaves herself she may stay. If she carries on like fury, she's got to go home. "

Hester sat down and folded her hands in her lap, looking so excessivelymeek that they all had to laugh at her. 

"Now, " said the Queen, "we're gathered here together, my loyal subjects, to listen to, --to, what do you call it?"

"_The Jolly Sandboy_, " prompted King. 

"_The Jolly Sandbag_, " said the Queen, misunderstanding. 

But she was soon put right, and King proceeded to read his paper. 

"It's 'most all done by Uncle Steve and Kitty, " he said, "and it's sonice, I thought you'd all like to hear it. "

"We would, " they said, and so King began. 

"Uncle Steve's part is all about animals, " he said. "It's a sort ofNatural History, I guess. First is a poem about the Camel. 

 "The camel is a curious beast; He roams about all through the East. He swiftly scours the desert plain, And then he scours it back again. 

 "The camel's legs are very slim, And he lets people ride on him. Across the sandy waste he flies, And kicks the waste in people's eyes. 

 "He kneels for people to get on, Then pulls his legs up, one by one; But here's what troubles them the worst-- To know which leg he'll pull up first. 

 "Sometimes, when he is feeling gay, The camel likes to run away; And, as he's just indulged that whim, I can't write any more of him. "

"I think that's lovely, " said the Queen, enthusiastically. "Your uncleis a real poet, isn't he?"

"Our family all can write poetry, " said Marjorie, seriously. "Father andMother both write beautiful verses. "

"Now, here's the next one, " went on King. "This is about all sorts ofdifferent animals, --and it's funny, too:

 "The whale is smooth, and black as jet His disposition sweet; He neatly combs his hair, and yet He will not wipe his feet. 

 "The wombat's clever and polite, And kind as he can be; And yet he doesn't bow quite right When he goes out to tea. 

 "The snake is bright and understands Whatever he is taught; And yet he never will shake hands As cordial people ought. 

 "'Most everybody loves the newt; But I've heard people tell, That though he's handy with a flute He can't sew very well. 

 "So animals, as you may see, Some grave defects display; They're not like human beings. We Are perfect every way. "

"Oh, that's a fine one!" cried Hester. "Mayn't I copy that, and have itto keep?"

"Of course, " said King. "I'll make you a copy on the typewriter. Now, here's a silly one. I mean nonsensical, you know. But I like it:

 "THE FUNNY FLAPDOODLE

 "There was a Flapdoodle of France, Who loved to cut capers and dance; He had one red shoe And the other was blue, And how he could shuffle and prance!

 "One day he was kicking so high That a breeze blew him up in the sky; The breeze was so strong It blew him along Till the Flapdoodle just seemed to fly. 

 "He flew 'way up into the stars, And, somehow, he landed on Mars. Said the Flapdoodle: 'I Do not like to fly; I think I'll go back on the cars. '

 "So a railroad was rapidly built, And they wrapped him all up in a quilt; For the Flapdoodle said: 'If I stick out my head I fear that I'll somehow get kilt!'

 "The railroad train whizzed very fast, But they landed him safely at last; And through future years He related, with tears, The dangers through which he had passed. "

"Oh, that's the best of all!" said Midget; "I love that kind of funnyverses. Isn't Uncle Steve clever to write like that! Any more, King?"

"Yes, one more. It isn't about animals, but it's a sort of a nonsensepoem, too. It's called 'A Queer Hospital. '

 "There's a hospital down on Absurdity Square, Where the queerest of patients are tended with care. 

 "When I made them a visit I saw in a crib A little Umbrella who had broken his rib. 

 "And then I observed in the very next bed A bright little Pin who had bumped his poor head. 

 "They said a new cure they'd decided to try On an old Needle, totally blind in one eye. 

 "I was much interested, and soon I espied A Shoe who complained of a stitch in her side. 

 "And a sad-looking patient who seemed in the dumps Was a Clock, with a swell face because of the mumps. 

 "Then I tried very hard, though I fear 'twas in vain To comfort a Window who had a bad pane. 

 "And I paused just a moment to cheerily speak With a pale Cup of Tea who was awfully weak. 

 "As I took my departure I met on the stair A new patient, whom they were handling with care, A victim perhaps of some terrible wreck-- 'Twas a Squash who had fatally broken his neck. "

"This is the nicest _Jolly Sandboy_ paper we've had yet, " said Tom, asKing finished. 

"Yes, it is, " agreed Marjorie. "But I thought Kit wrote some of it, King. "

"She did. I'll read hers now. It's an alphabet, all about us down here. Kitty wrote it, but she says Uncle Steve helped her a little bit withsome of the lines. It's called 'The Seacote Alphabet. '

 "A is the Automobile we all love. B is the Boat in the water we shove. C is the Coast that stretches along. D is for Dick, our Sandow so strong. E's cousin Ethel, so sweet and refined. F, Father Maynard, indulgent and kind. G, Grandma Sherwood, who dresses in drab. H is for Hester and Harry Sand Crab. I, for Ice Cream, the Maynards' mainstay. J, Cousin Jack, always ready to play. K is for King, and for Kitty, (that's me). L is for Lakewood, where I went to sea. M, Mother Maynard, and Marjorie, too. N for Nurse Nannie, who has lots to do. O for the Ocean, with big breakers bold. P for the Pier, where candy is sold. Q for Queen Sandy, in regal array. R, Rosy Posy, so dainty and gay. S is for Seacote, and Sand Court beside. T is for Tom, the trusty and tried. U, Uncle Steve, who's helping me write. V for these Verses we send you to-night. W, the Waves, that dash with such fuss. X the Excitement when one catches us. Y for You Youngsters, I've given your names. Z is the Zeal you show in your games. "

"My! isn't that scrumptious!" exclaimed Hester. "You're a terribly smartfamily, Marjorie. "

"Oh, I don't know, " said Midget, modestly. "Kit's pretty clever atwriting rhymes, but King and I can't do it much. We make up songssometimes, but Kitty makes the best ones. "

"I wish I could do it, " said Ruth; "but I couldn't write a rhyming thingat all. "

"Well, that's all there is in _The Jolly Sandboy_ this week, " said King. "I didn't write any myself, and the things you others gave me, I'vesaved for next week. Now, shall we go and celebrate Pocahontas'birthday?"

"Is it really her birthday?" asked Ruth. 

"No, we're just pretending it is. But you see, poor Poky never had herbirthday celebrated; I mean, --not legally, like Washington, --so we'regoing to give her a chance. "

The Sand Club trooped up to the house, and found Cousin Jack waiting forthem. He was a little surprised to see Hester, but he greeted herpleasantly, and Hester looked so meek and mild, one would hardly believeshe had a high temper at all. A wigwam had been built on the lawn, andthough it was only a few poles covered with blankets, it looked veryIndian and effective. 

The Maynards had contrived costumes for all, and in a few moments thegirls had on gay-fringed skirts and little shawls, with gaudyheaddresses, and the boys had a nondescript Indian garb, and wonderfulfeathered headpieces, that hung grandly down their backs like BigChiefs. 

Also they had pasteboard tomahawks, and Cousin Jack taught them awar-whoop that was truly ear-splitting. 

"First, " said Mr. Bryant, "we'll all sing the Blue Juniata, as that is apretty Indian song, and so, sort of appropriate to Pocahontas. "

So they all sang it, with a will, and the song of "The Indian Girl, Bright Alfarata, " was, in a way, a tribute to Pocahontas. 

"Now, " Mr. Bryant went on, "some one must tell the story of Pocahontas. Harry, will you do it?"

But the Sand Crab was too shy to speak in public, so Cousin Jack askedRuth to do it. 

"I don't know it very well, " said Ruth, "but I guess it was like this:Captain John Smith was about to be tommyhawked all to pieces by admiringIndians. As the fell blows were about to fell, up rushes a beautifulIndian maiden, with her black hair streaming in the breeze. 'Fear thounot!' she said, wildly; 'I will save thee!' Whereupon she flang herselfupon him, and hugged him till he couldn't be reached by his tormentors. The wild Indians were forced to desist, or else pierce to the hearttheir own Pocahontas, beloved daughter of their tribe. So they releasedCaptain John Smith, and so Pocahontas married Captain John Rolfeinstead, and they lived happy ever after. Hence is why we celebrate herbirthday. "

Ruth clearly enjoyed the telling of this tale, and threw herself into itwith dramatic fervor. 

The others listened, enthralled by her graphic recital and thrillingdiction. 

"My!" exclaimed Midget, as she finished, "I didn't know you knew so manybig words, Ruth. "

"I didn't, either, " said Ruth, calmly; "they sort of came to me as Iwent along. "

"Well, that's just as smart as writing poetry, " declared King, and Ruthwas greatly pleased at the compliments. 

"Now, my dear young friends, " Cousin Jack said, by way of a speech, "theexercises will now begin. As you know, we are celebrating the birthdayof a noble Indian Princess. Therefore, our sports or diversions will allbe of an Indian character. First, we will have an Indian Club Drill. "

He produced Indian clubs for all, the boys' being heavier ones than thegirls. 

These were new to the Maynards, but Cousin Jack soon taught them how touse them, and instructed them in a simple drill. 

Hester learned more quickly than Marjorie, for she was more lithe andagile, and swung her clubs around with greater ease. Ruth seemed to knowinstinctively how to use them, which was partly due to her proficiencyin fancy dancing. But they all learned, and greatly enjoyed theinteresting exercise. 

Cousin Jack presented the children with the clubs they used, and theypromised to practise with them often. 

"It'll be good for you growing young people, " said Mr. Maynard, "and youcan form a sort of a Pocahontas Club. "

Then he had a gramophone brought out to the lawn, and they whisked theirclubs about to inspiriting Indian music. 

"Now, I dare say you're tired, " said Cousin Jack, "for Indian clubexercise is a strain on the muscles. So sit in a circle on the grass, and we'll all smoke pipes of peace and swap stories for a while. "

The "pipes of peace" turned out to be pipes made of chocolate, so theywere all willing to "smoke" them. 

"Mine's a pipe of pieces!" said Midget, as she broke the stem in bits, and ate them one by one. 

The others followed her example, and the pipes had disappeared beforethe story-telling fairly began. 

But Cousin Jack told them some thrilling Indian tales, and so interestedwere his hearers that they gathered close about him, and listened inabsorbed silence. 

"Was that true, Cousin Jack?" asked King, after an exciting yarn. 

"Well, it's in a story-book written by James Fenimore Cooper. You're oldenough to read his books now, and if I were you children, I'd ask myparents to buy me some of Cooper's works. "

"I'm going to do that, " cried Hester, her eyes dancing at the thought ofreading such stories for herself. "I never heard of them before. "

"Well, you're young yet to read novels, but Cooper's are all right foryou. You might read one aloud in your Sand Club. "

"Yes, we will!" said King. "That'll be fine. Then one book would do forus all. Or we might each get one, and then lend them around to eachother. My, we're getting lots of new ideas from our celebration. Indianclub exercises and Cooper's stories are worth knowing about. "

"And now, " said Cousin Jack, "if you're rested, suppose we march alongIndian File, and see if we can come across an Indian Meal. "

"Ho, ho!" laughed King, "I don't want to eat Indian meal!"

"We'll see what it is before we decide, " said Midget, judicially. "Whatis Indian File, Cousin Jack?"

"Oh, that only means single file, or one by one. _Not_ like the Irishmanwho said to his men, 'March togither, men! be twos as far as ye go, an'thin be wans!' I want you to go 'be wans' all the way. "

So, in single file, they followed Cousin Jack's lead to the wigwam, which they hadn't yet entered. He turned back the flap of the tent, andthere was room for all inside. On a table there there were eight Indianbaskets, of pretty design. On lifting the covers, each was found tocontain an "Indian Meal. "

The meal was a few dainty little sandwiches and cakes, and a peach and apear, all wrapped in pretty paper napkins, with an Indian's head on thecorner. 

Exercise had given the children good appetites, and they were quiteready to do full justice to the "Indian Meal. "

Sarah brought out lemonade, and later ice cream, so, as Midget said, itreally was a party after all. 

Of course, the children kept the baskets and the pretty napkins assouvenirs, and when the guests went home, they said they were glad theydidn't know the real date of Pocahontas' birthday, for it _might_ havebeen in the winter, and then they couldn't have had nearly as much fun. 

"And it's lucky we decided on this day, " said Cousin Jack, after thechildren had gone, "for to-morrow Ethel and I go back to Cambridge. "

"Oh, Cousin Jack, not really!" cried Midget, in dismay. 

"Yes, kiddy; we've changed our summer plans suddenly, and we're going toEurope next week. So we leave here to-morrow. And sorry, indeed, are weto leave our Maynard friends. "

"I'm sorry, too, " said Midget, "_awfully_ sorry, but I'm glad we've hadyou down here as long as we have. You've been awful good to us, CousinJack. "

"You've been good to me, Mehitabel. And when I wander through theinteresting places abroad, I shall write letters to you, and when I comehome again, I'll bring you a souvenir from every place I've been to. "

"Well, you're just the dearest Cousin Jack in all the world!" saidMidget, and she gave him a big hug and kiss to corroborate her words. 

"And you're just the dearest Mopsy Midget Mehitabel!" he said, returningher caress. 

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