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Updated: June 9, 2025
"An' I'll be the other one," said Max, so filled with glorious visions suddenly that he forgot his original intention of coughing. But now there came briskly round the corner one of the big Burunda wagonettes, overflowing with ladies and children and picnic baskets and plainly bound for the waterfall. "Why," said Lynn excitedly, "there are Effie and Florence." "And Frank," cried Muffie joyously.
"Yes," said Kate, and calmly helped herself to some jelly, "Effie has developed whooping cough while you have been away." "Oh, oh!" said Muffie, jumping with joy, "may we go up and play with them now?" "Look here," said Hugh, "I protest. This is too staggering. I may not know as much of medicine as this Charlie and Graham you speak of, but I do know a germ's got to be incubated.
They did not know, and even now the name was a name to them and nothing more. Mrs. Gowan evidently took it for granted that even children must have heard of her brother, the famous author. "So you will help me, won't you, Pauline?" she said appealingly, "you won't let Max and Muffie run out and talk to them! And if they try to come here you will send them away, won't you, dear?"
There they lay, three bound in scarlet and one in green, The Horty Stepmother, by Pauline Lomax; The Fairy who Had, by Lynn Lomax; There was a Dog, by Muffie Lomax; and The Mother who said No, by Max Lomax. Kate was delighted with them and said she would give much to be at the elbow of the Judge and Mrs. Lomax in New Zealand when these choice volumes from their gifted offspring reached them.
The prospect of describing six more beauteous beings and their toilettes was more than she could contemplate. "You've had your amount," she cried; "mine only took five pages, and I've done five for you." And despite Lynn's wild entreaties, she wrote "The End" at this point of the story, and shook Muffie and informed her it was her turn. Muffie yawned. "'Oncepon a time'," she said.
Max sat very square on the big books of his chair; possibly their presence beneath him encouraged his rebellion by reminding him that until he took a firm stand against it a month or two ago a high chair had been considered fitted to his dignity. "I've done wiv bibs," he announced, and he looked the whole table fairly in the face. Pauline and Muffie and Lynn giggled a little.
"Solly cos I was shut up," he said in the most perfect faith, and then pushed at his little red pedals and started slowly away. Pauline and Muffie had gone flying down to the gate to run behind the bicycle and tricycle as far as the corner where the little red tricycle had always to turn and come back. Lynn hung back a moment.
"We counted up to a thousand to give you time," said Pauline, "and we could eat enough tea in a hundred and fifty unless there were drop cakes." "We've got to go to bed in ten minutes," said Muffie tragically. "We're coming," shouted Max, and he flourished the rhymed blue telegram that he had carried about all day. "Did you get our answers?" cried Lynn. "We paid for them ourselves," said Pauline.
But Max's lip drooped lower and lower. Outside in the garden pranced Muffie and Pauline, a long tasselled drawback from the dining-room curtains, sweeping magnificently after each of them. They had thought of them first, they insisted and, strongest reason of all, had got them first. Max had better be a sheep or a Manx cat, and not bother about a tail.
Pauline had drawn her into confessing this at the first meal she had had with them, and the shock was so great that Muffie had actually burst into tears, and Max had clambered down from his chair with the half-formed intention of setting out at once for New Zealand, and dragging his mother back to her proper place. Miss Bibby, however, set their minds at rest.
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