"Gently, my lad and la.s.sie; gently!" warned Mrs. Maynard, as her two young hopefuls flung themselves upon her.
"Oh, Mothery," cried Marjorie, "we had _such_ a good time! And our court journal was lovely! Want to see it? And King fixed it up so beautifully, and Hester made such _dear_ pictures for it! Oh, Mother, isn"t it splendid to have so much fun?"
"Yes, dearie," and Mrs. Maynard stroked the flushed brow of her energetic and excitable daughter. "But when you come in from your play, you must be a little bit quieter and more ladylike. I don"t want to think that these merry companions of yours are making you really boisterous."
"They are, though," said King. "I like the Craigs and Hester Corey, but they sure are the noisy bunch!"
"Oh, King, not _quite_ so much slang!"
"No, Mother, we won"t get gay! We"ll try to please you every way! But we"re feeling rather spry to-day! So please excuse us, Mothery May!"
CHAPTER VI
TWO WELCOME GUESTS
It was Sat.u.r.day afternoon. The Maynard children had been told that guests were expected to dinner, and they must put on festival array.
And so when King and Marjorie, in white serge and white pique respectively, wandered out on to the front veranda, they found their parents and a very dressy-looking Rosamond there before them.
"Who are coming to dinner, Mother?" asked Midget.
"Ask your father, my dear."
"Why, don"t _you_ know, Mother? Well, who are they, Daddy?"
"Somebody and somebody else," replied Mr. Maynard, smiling.
"Oho, a secret!" exclaimed Midget. "Then it must be somebody nice! Let"s guess, King."
"All right. Are they kids or grown-ups, Father?"
"Grown-ups, my son."
"Oh!" and Marjorie looked disappointed. "Do we know them?"
"You have met them, yes."
"Do they live at Seacote?"
"They are here for the summer."
"Where do they live winters?" asked King.
"Under the Stars and Stripes."
"Huh! that may mean the Philippines or Alaska!"
"It may. Have you met many people who reside in those somewhat removed spots?"
"Not many," said King, "and that"s a fact. Well, are they a lady and gentleman?"
"They are."
"Oh, I know!" cried Marjorie. "It"s Kitty and Uncle Steve! He said they"d come down here some time while we"re here! Am I right, Father?"
"Not quite, Mopsy. You see, I said they are grown-ups."
"Both of them?"
"Both of them."
"Well, I don"t care much who they are, then," declared King. "I don"t see anything in it for us, Mops."
"No, but we ought to guess them if they"re spending the summer here and we"ve met them. Of course, it couldn"t be Kitty! She isn"t spending the summer here. Is it the Coreys or Craigs, Father?"
"No, neither of those names fit our expected guests."
"Then it must be some of those people the other side of the pier. I don"t know any more on this side except the fishermen. Is it any of them?"
"Well, no. I doubt if they"d care to visit us. But never mind our guests for the moment; I want you two children to go on an errand for me."
"Right-o!" said King. "Where?"
"Walk along the sh.o.r.e road three blocks, then turn inland and walk a block and a half. Do you know that place with lots of vines all over the front of the house?"
"Yes, I do," said Marjorie, "but n.o.body lives there."
"All right. I want you to take a message to Mr. n.o.body."
"Oh, Father, what do you mean?"
"Just what I say. You say n.o.body lives there, and that"s the very man I mean."
"All right," said King. "We"ll go, if you tell us to. Hey, Mops?"
""Course we will! What shall we say to Mr. n.o.body, Father?"
"First you must ring the doorbell, and if n.o.body opens the door, walk in."
"Ho! If n.o.body opens the door, how _can_ we walk in?"
"Walk in. And then if n.o.body speaks to you, answer him politely, and say your father, one Mr. Maynard, desires his advice and a.s.sistance."
"Oh, Father, I do believe you"re crazy!" exclaimed Marjorie.