the elders had
coffee. The three children did not drink coffee, so they were allowed to
run 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 say
he 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. But
the other two were also easily pleased, and the three agreed that they
didn't care whether they were motoring or staying at the lovely hotel.

"Now, then, little Maynards, bed for yours!" announced their father, as
he 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, do
you?"

"No, not a bit. Only,--to-morrow can't I ride with you? If it's our
Ourday, I like better to be by you."

"Of course you can!" cried Mr. Maynard, heartily. "We'll fix it
somehow."

"But don't tell Cousin Ethel and Cousin Jack that I don't want to ride
with them," went on Midget, "because it might hurt their feelings. But
you know,--when I thought I didn't have any father,--I thought about all
our 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 for
our Ourdays, and you shall ride just where you want to."

"Let her take my place," said Kitty, kindly. "I'd just as lieve go in
the other car, and I don't wonder Midget feels like that."

So it was settled that Kitty should ride with the Bryants next day, and
then the three children were sent to bed, while the elders stayed up a
few hours later.

The girls had a large room, with two beds, and with a delightful
balcony, on which a long French window opened.

"Isn't it wonderful?" said Marjorie, softly, as she stepped over the
sill, and stood in the soft moonlight, looking down on the hotel flower
gardens.

"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 a
sea,--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