All were included in this pleasing suggestion, and soon a bathing-suited party threw themselves into the dashing whitecaps.
Cousin Jack tried to teach Marjorie to swim, but it is not easy to learn to swim in the surf, and she made no very great progress. But Mr.
Maynard and Mr. Bryant swam out to a good distance, and King was allowed to accompany them, as he already was a fair swimmer.
Marjorie held fast to the rope, and jumped about, now almost carried away by a big wave, and now thrown back toward the beach by another.
It was rather rough bathing, so the ladies of the party and Midget left the water before the others.
"_Aren"t_ we having fun!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she trudged, dripping, through the sand, to the bath-house. "Oh, Cousin Ethel, I"m _so_ glad you came down here."
"I"m glad, too, dear. I believe Jack enjoys you children more than he does any of his friends of his own age."
"Jack"s just like a boy," said Mrs. Maynard, "and I think he always will be. He"s like Peter Pan,--never going to grow up."
And it did seem so. After the bath, Mr. Bryant marched the children down to the pier for ice cream.
Mrs. Maynard remonstrated a little, but she was informed that Fourth of July only came once a year, and extra indulgences were in order.
So King and Midget and Cousin Jack went gayly along the long pier that ran far out into the ocean. On either side were booths where trinkets and seaside souvenirs were sold, and Cousin Jack bought a sh.e.l.l necklace for Midget, and a sh.e.l.l watch-fob for King.
Then he ordered a dozen little tin pails sent to his own house.
"For my picnic," he explained, as Midget looked at him wonderingly.
"It"s to be a sand-pail picnic, you know."
As they neared the ice-cream garden, Marjorie noticed a forlorn-looking little boy, near the entrance. So wistful did he look, that she turned around to look at him again.
"Who"s your friend, Mehitabel?" said Mr. Bryant, seeing her glance.
"Oh, I don"t know, Cousin Jack!" she cried, impulsively; "but he seems so poor and lonesome, and we"re all so happy. Couldn"t I go without my ice cream, and let him have it? Oh, please let me!"
"H"m! he isn"t a very attractive specimen of humanity."
"Well, he isn"t very clean, but, see, he has a nice face, and big brown eyes! Oh, do give him some ice cream, Cousin Jack; I"ll willingly go without."
"I"ll go without," said King, quickly; "you can have mine, Mops."
Cousin Jack looked quizzically at the children.
"I might say I"d give you each ice cream, and the poor kiddie also. But that would be my charity. Now, if you two really want to do the poor little chap a kindness, you may each have a half portion, and give him a whole plate. How"s that?"
"Fine!" exclaimed Marjorie; "just the thing! But, truly, Cousin Jack, it isn"t _much_ sacrifice for us, for we"ll have ice cream at the picnic, anyhow."
"That"s right, girlie; don"t claim any more credit than belongs to you.
Well, next thing is to invite your young friend."
So Marjorie went over to the poor little boy, and said, kindly:
"It"s Fourth of July, and we"d like you to come and eat ice cream with us."
The child"s face brightened up, but immediately a look of distrust came into his eyes, and he said:
"Say, is youse kiddin" me?"
"No," said King, for Marjorie didn"t know quite what he meant; "we mean it. We"re going to have ice cream, and we want you to have some with us."
"Kin I bring me brudder?"
"Where is he?" asked Cousin Jack, smiling at this new development of the case.
"Over dere, wit" me sister. Kin I bring "em both?"
Marjorie laughed outright at this, but Mr. Bryant said, gravely:
"How many in your entire family? Let me know the worst at once!"
"Dat"s all; me brudder an" sister. Kin they come, too?"
"Yes, if they"re fairly clean," and the boy ran to get them. He came back bringing a boy but little smaller than himself, and a tiny girl.
Though not immaculate, they were presentable, and soon the six were seated at a round table.
Cousin Jack conformed to his decree that the Maynard children should have but a half-portion each, but he added that this was partly due to his consideration for their health, as well as his willingness that the charity should be partly theirs. But he told his three guests that they could eat as much as they chose; and noting their generally hungry appearance, he ordered a first course of sandwiches for them, which kindness was greatly appreciated.
"Gee! Youse is a white man!" exclaimed the oldest visitor, as he sc.r.a.ped his saucer almost through its enamel.
"What does he mean?" asked Midget, laughing. "Of course, you"re a white man."
"That"s slang, Marjorie, for a desirable citizen."
"Funny sort of slang," Midget commented; "a white man is plain English, isn"t it?"
"I mean, he"s white clear through," volunteered the boy, whose quick eyes darted from one face to another of his benefactors.
"Yes, I can understand that," said Midget, slowly; "it just means you"re good all through, Cousin Jack, and I quite agree to that."
After the small visitors" hunger was entirely appeased, Cousin Jack presented them each with a flag and a packet of torpedoes, and sent them away rejoicing.
"Poor little sc.r.a.ps of humanity," he said; "I hope, Mehitabel, you"ll always bring a little sunshine into such lives when opportunity presents itself."
"I will, Cousin Jack. Are they very poor?"
"No, not so very. But they never have any fun, or anything very good to eat. Of course, you can"t be an organized charity, but once in a while, if you can make a poor child happy by the expenditure of a small sum, do it."
"We will," cried King, impressed by Cousin Jack"s earnestness. "But we don"t have much money to spend, you know."
"You have an allowance, don"t you?"