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"She didn't give any address the best hotel, I suppose, whatever that is." "The Khedivial," Falconer supplied. "She just said to send her things to Cook's and to write to her there and she would write when she came back. She had been expecting to meet those friends, the Maynards, later, but we had no idea that she was going to run off with them like this. It's very upsetting."
Bathing every day in the crashing breakers, digging in the sand, building beach fires, talking to the old fishermen, were all delightful pursuits. And then there were long motor rides inland, basket picnics in pine groves, and excursions to nearby watering-places. The Craig boys turned out to be jolly playfellows, and they and the Maynards became inseparable chums.
The little boy was convalescent, and there was no longer any reason why Midget or Mr. Spencer should be exiled from their homes. And so, liberated from her prison, Midget flew, across the street, and into the arms of her waiting family. "Mother first!" she cried, as they all crowded round, but so mixed up did the Maynards become, that it was one grand jumble of welcoming hugs and kisses.
But I hear Eliza calling you, so you'd all better skip back to the house. It's nearly supper time." With a series of wild whoops, which were supposed to be indicative of the general joy of living, the three Maynards joined hands, with Kitty in the middle, and raced madly back to the house.
There was not much fun in teasing Kitty, she was too matter-of-fact, so King turned his attentions to Marjorie, and with apparent innocence kicked out his foot just in time for her to stumble over it. This led to a general scrimmage, in which two Maynards, two sofa-pillows, and a footstool became very much tangled up, and Mr.
"She has some kind of a crazy notion in her head, but when she's thoroughly rested and wide awake, we can straighten it all out." The Maynards' motor was waiting at Seacote station, and after a few moments' ride, Marjorie was again in the presence of her own dear people. "Mother, Mother!" she cried, in a strange, uncertain voice, and flew to the outstretched arms awaiting her.
Soon the game was in full swing, and as the roar of the lion, the crowing of the rooster, and the strange noise that represented Kitty's idea of the hyena's mirth, floated downstairs, the grown-ups smiled once more at the irrepressible spirits of the young Maynards.
"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 the Maynards disliked it, it rapidly disappeared. "Now, we'll have an entertainment," said King as, after dinner, they all went back to the pleasant living-room.
Marjorie, Molly and Stella sent love to you, and they also sent some little gifts which I will give you to-morrow." The Maynards did not follow the custom of having their tree on Christmas eve. Mrs. Maynard thought it unwise, because the children often became so excited over their gifts and their frolic that it was difficult for them to settle down to sleep until "all hours."
Eleanor took them, turned down the top and looked at the label. She threw back her head and laughed mockingly. "What a blow to Bob's pride in the Maynard feet! Here we have to come to Pebbly Pit and find our pet label in Polly's shoes. I'm sure the Maynards will change cobblers hereafter!" Every one laughed at Eleanor, but Barbara occupied herself with trying on Anne's tennis shoes.
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