Marjorie at Seacote. Wells Carolyn

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СКАЧАТЬ a piece, or something like that. I'll be the audience, and you can all be performers."

      "All right," said King; "I'll be master of ceremonies. I'll make up the programme as I go along. Ladies and gentlemen, our first number will be a speech by the Honorable Edward Maynard. Mr. Maynard will please step forward."

      Mr. Maynard stepped. Assuming a pompous air, he made a low bow, first to Kitty, and then to the others.

      "My dear friends," he said, "we are gathered here together this evening to extend our farewells and our hearty good wishes to the lady about to leave us. Sister, thou art mild and lovely, and we hate to see thee go; but the best of friends must sever, and you'll soon come back, you know. Listen now to our advices. Kitty, dear, for pity's sake, do not tumble in the river,—do not tumble in the lake. Many more things I could tell you as I talk in lovely rhyme, but I think it is my duty to let others share the time."

      Mr. Maynard sat down amid great applause, and Kitty said, earnestly, "You are a lovely poet, Father. I wish you'd give up your other business, and just write books of poetry."

      "I'm afraid, Kitsie, we wouldn't have enough money for pink ice-cream in that case," said Mr. Maynard, laughing.

      "The next performeress will be Mrs. Maynard," announced the master of ceremonies.

      Mother Maynard rose, smiling, and with all the airs and graces of a prima donna, went to the piano. Striking a few preliminary chords, she began to sing:

      "Good-bye, Kitty; good-bye, Kitty; good-bye, Kitty,

      You're going to leave us now.

      Merrily we say good-bye,

      Say good-bye, say good-bye;

      Merrily we say good-bye

      To sister Kitty-Kit."

      This had a pleasant jingle, and was repeated by the whole assembly with fine effect and a large volume of noise.

      "Miss Marjorie Maynard will now favor us," was the next announcement.

      "This is a poem I made up myself," said Midget, modestly, "and I think it's very nice:

      "When Kitty goes to Grandma's

      I hope she will be good;

      And be a lady-girl and do

      Exactly as she should.

      'Cause when I go to Grandma's,

      I act exceeding bad;

      I track up 'Liza's nice clean floor,

      And make her hopping mad!"

      Marjorie's poem was applauded with cheers, as they all recognized its inherent truth.

      "We next come to Miss Rosamond Maynard," King went on, "but as she has fallen asleep, I will ask that the audience kindly excuse her."

      The audience kindly did so, and as it was getting near everybody's bedtime,—at least, for children,—the whole quartette was started bedward, and went away singing:

      "Good-bye, Kitty, you're going to leave us now"—

      CHAPTER II

      TOM, DICK, AND HARRY

      "Jumping Grasshoppers! What a dandy house!"

      The Maynards' motor swung into the driveway of a large and pleasant looking place, whose lawn showed some sand spots here and there, and whose trees were tall pines, but whose whole effect was delightfully breezy and seashorey.

      "Oh, grandiferous!" cried Marjorie, echoing her brother's enthusiastic tones, and standing up in the car, better to see their new home.

      Seacote, the place chosen by Mr. Maynard for his family's summering, was on the southern shore of Long Island, not very far from Rockaway Beach. It was a sort of park or reservation in which building was under certain restrictions, and so it was made up of pleasant homes filled with pleasant people.

      Fortunately, Mr. Maynard had been able to rent the bungalow he wanted, and it was this picturesque domicile that so roused King's admiration.

      The house was long and low, and surrounded by verandas, some of which were screened by vines, and others shaded by striped awnings.

      But what most delighted the children was the fact that the ocean rolled its crested breakers up to their very door. Not literally to the door, for the road ran between the sea and the house, and a boardwalk was between the road and the sea. But not fifty feet from their front windows the shining waves were even now dashing madly toward them as if in tumultuous welcome.

      The servants were already installed, and the open doors seemed to invite the family to come in and make themselves at home.

      "Let's go straight bang through the whole house," said King, "and then outdoors afterward."

      "All right," agreed Marjorie, and in their usual impetuous fashion, the two raced through the house from attic to cellar, though there really wasn't any attic, except a sort of low-ceiled loft. However, they climbed up into this, and then down through the various bedrooms on the second floor, and back to the first floor, which contained the large living-room, a spacious hall, and the dining-room and kitchen.

      "It's all right," said King, nodding his head in approval. "Now outside, Midget."

      Outside they flew, and took stock of their surroundings. Almost an acre of ground was theirs, and though as yet empty of special interest, King could see its possibilities.

      "Room for a tennis court," he said; "then I guess we'll have a big swing, and a hammock, and a tent, and–"

      "And a merry-go-round," supplemented Mr. Maynard, overhearing King's plans.

      "No, not that, Father," said Marjorie, "but we can have swings and things, can't we?"

      "I 'spect so, Mopsy. But with the ocean and the beach, I doubt if you'll stay in this yard much."

      "Oh, that's so; I forgot the ocean! Come on, Father, let's go and look at it."

      So the three went down to the beach, and Marjorie, who hadn't been to the seashore since she was a small child, plumped herself down on the sand, and just gazed out at the tumbling waves.

      "I don't care for the swings and things," she said. "I just want to stay here all the time, and dig and dig and dig."

      As she spoke she was digging her heels into the fine white sand, and poking her hands in, and burying her arms up to her dimpled elbows.

      "Oh, Father, isn't it gee-lorious! Sit down, won't you, and let us bury you in sand, all but your nose!"

      "Not now," said Mr. Maynard, laughing. "Some day you may, when I'm in a bathing suit. But I don't care for pockets full of sand. Now, I'm going back to home and Mother. You two may stay down here till luncheon time if you like."

      Mr. Maynard went back to the house, and King and Marjorie continued their explorations. The beach was flat and smooth, and its white sand was full of shells, and here and there a few bits of seaweed, and farther on some driftwood, and in the distance a pier, built out far into the ocean.

      "Did you ever see such a place?" cried Marjorie, in sheer delight.

      "Well, I was at the seashore last year," said King, "while you were at Grandma's."

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