night for a week, and then see if
you're not little paragons of perfection, every one of you."

"I'm not afraid of your scolding," said Marjorie, contentedly cuddling
close to her father; "but I thought maybe--perhaps--you'd want us to
apologize to those people who were so angry."

"I did that for you, dearie. What's the use of having a father if he
can't get you out of a scrape now and then? And now let's roast some
chestnuts, and pop some corn, and have all sorts of fun."

CHAPTER XVI

ROSY POSY'S CHOICE

It was time to decide the momentous question of where the next Ourday
should be spent.

Already it was Wednesday, and on Saturday the Maynards would have their
November Ourday. It was Rosy Posy's turn to choose, but as her
selections were usually either vague or impossible, the other children
were not backward in offering suggestions to help the little one out.

This time, however, Rosamond was quite positive in her opinion.

When her father asked her where she wanted to go for a day's outing, she
at once responded, "To Bongzoo."

"To Bongzoo!" exclaimed Mr. Maynard. "Where in the world is that? Or
what is it? It sounds as though it might be either French or Choctaw."

"Ess," said Rosy Posy, "we'll all go to Bongzoo; me an' muvver, an' all
of us, an' Daddy, too."

"And how do we get there, Baby? Walk, ride, or swim?"

"I don' know," said Rosy Posy. "But Marjorie knows. She told me to say
'Go to Bongzoo,' so I said it."

Then the laugh was on Marjorie.

"Oho!" said Mr. Maynard. "So Mopsy's been electioneering all right. Out
with it, Midge. What does Baby mean by Bongzoo?"

"She means the Bronx Zoo," said Marjorie. "I thought we'd all like to
see the animals there. But it isn't my turn to choose, so I told Rosy
Posy to choose that."

"An' I do!" declared the child, stoutly. "I choose Bongzoo, an' I wants
to go there."

"I think it's a fine place to go," said Mr. Maynard. "What made you
think of it, Midge?"

"One of the girls at school went there some time ago, and she told us
all about it; and, oh, Father, it's beautiful! All lions and tigers and
waterlilies and Florida trees!"

"I doubt if the waterlilies are in bloom just now, but I'm sure the
tigers are flourishing. Well, I'm for the Zoo. Will you go, Mother?"

"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Maynard; "I don't want to miss such a
fine-sounding Ourday as that."

"I think it's great!" declared King. "Bob Carson says the birds are
wonderfu