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Simpson, coming to the door, with a baby in her arms, and other small children clinging to her dress. "Merry Christmas!" cried Midget and King, who were ahead of the others. But the cry of "Merry Christmas" was repeated by all the Maynards, until an answering smile appeared on the faces of the Simpson family and most of them spoke up with a "Merry Christmas to you, too."
The Maynards were a busy crowd during the short week that intervened before Christmas. From Mr. Maynard, who was superintending plans for his own family and for many beneficiaries, down to the cook, who was making whole shelves full of marvelous dainties, everybody was hurrying and skurrying from morning till night.
Indeed, there was so much of interest to see that Marjorie felt almost sorry when the time came to go to Cambridge for their visit at Mr. and Mrs. Bryant's. But her father told her that on their return from Cambridge they could, if they wished, spend a few more days in Boston. And so, one afternoon, the Maynards drove away from the hotel in their car, and crossed the Charles River to Cambridge.
"You can't do both at once," said her brother. "No, but I can do first one and then the other. Now I'll tell you, Father, what to do. You make a little song for us, while I eat this apple. A kind of a little motor song, you know." So while Marjorie ate her apple, and the other children engaged in the same pursuit, Mr. Maynard made a little song for them. This was a favorite game of the Maynards.
"No, Kitty, I want you at home to-morrow. The seamstress will be cutting your new frock, and you must be here to try it on when she wants you." "All right, Mother. May I ask Dorothy here, then?" "Yes, if you like. But you must stay in the house." "Yes'm, we will." The Maynards were obedient children, and though sometimes disappointed, never demurred at their parents' decrees.
The others too, had quantities of things, and Uncle Steve declared that he really had spilled his whole sack at this house, and he must rescue some of the things to take to other children. But he didn't really do this, and the Maynards, as was their custom, arranged their gifts on separate tables, and spent the morning admiring and discussing them. At two o'clock they had the Christmas feast.
I must go to see him." It was not a long ride from the terminus of the car line to where the Maynards lived, yet measured by Lane's growing distress of mind it seemed a never-ending journey. He breathed a deep breath of relief when he got off the car, and when the Maynard homestead loomed up dark and silent, he hung back slightly. A maid admitted Lane, and informed him that Mr.
"Don't let's bother," said Marjorie; "they'll know we're just out playing somewhere, and we'll be back by breakfast time, it isn't six o'clock yet." "You won't want any breakfast after all this stuff," said Molly, whose appetite was not as robust as the Maynards'.
Maynard had told Pompton to take a box, as in the small enclosure it was easier to keep an eye on the children, and make sure they did nothing they ought not to. For the little Maynards were impulsive, and though Pompton was wise and sensible, he was not entirely accustomed to their mischievous ways.
Why, I couldn't live without my own father and mother! I love you and Grandpa, and since you've been so kind and forgiving this morning, I love you a lot more than I did; but, my goodness, gracious, sakes, I'd never live with anybody but my own special particular bunch of Maynards!" "It's a question you can't decide for yourself, child.
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