Marjorie"s eyes opened wide. "I know what you mean!" she exclaimed; "you mean a tour--a tour through the country in an automobile! I"ve heard of such things!"
"Wise child!" said her father; "well, that"s exactly what I do mean. A tour through the country in our own motor, and in our own Maytime. How does it strike you?"
"It strikes me all of a heap!" cried Marjorie, throwing herself into her father"s arms; "tell me more, quick! Seems as if I can"t believe it!"
"I can"t believe it, either," said Kitty, slowly; "but I "spect I can by the time we get ready to start. When are we going, Father?"
"On Thursday, if Mother can be ready."
"Oh, yes, I can be ready. I"ve only to get a few things for the children and myself to wear on the journey."
"Yes, we must all have up-to-date motor togs, I"m sure," and Mr. Maynard looked about as happy over the projected trip, as any of his children.
"But, Father," said Marjorie, "how can you take so much time away from your business? You said you couldn"t take two Ourdays together because you were busy."
"I didn"t say exactly that, dearie, and anyway I was only joking, because I knew I was going to spring this surprise on you in a few minutes. I have arranged, of course, to be away from my business for nearly a month, and have planned to spend the greater part of May taking this motor trip.
We will go to Grandma Sherwood"s first, and stay a few days,--"
"To Grandma Sherwood"s? Oh, glorious!" And again Marjorie was seized with a paroxysm of joy, and this time she caught Kitty, and led her off for a mad dance round the room. "Just think of it, Kit," she cried, "we"ll be at Grandma Sherwood"s together, and you can see the lovely room she fixed up for me, and the house in the tree, and everything. Oh, Kitty!"
"But I"m going to be there all summer, anyway," said Kitty, as she finally induced Marjorie to tumble on the divan amid a heap of sofa pillows.
"Yes, I know; but that"s different. But what fun for us all to be there together for a few days! Did you say a few days, Father?"
"Yes, I did; but if you"re so turbulent, and excitable, and noisy I think a few hours"ll be enough for Grandma and Uncle Steve."
"It may be enough for Grandma, but it won"t for Uncle Steve," declared Marjorie; "he loves rackety-packety children!"
"Well, he"ll get his desires fulfilled when you get there," said Mrs.
Maynard, smiling; "but perhaps the trip there will calm you down a little bit."
"No, it won"t! It just makes me more and more crazy all the time I think of it! Oh, Father, won"t we have a lot of our Ourdays all at once!"
"Indeed we will, enough to last for several years ahead. For if you debit me with last month"s deficiency, of course you must credit me in the future."
"Oh, no, this rule doesn"t work both ways! We"ll just take all the Ourdays that we can get whenever we can get them. But what are we going to do after we leave Grandma"s?"
"Well, if you all agree, I thought we might go over to New York and see your other grandma."
"Go to Grandma Maynard"s, too! Oh, what fun we will have!" and Marjorie looked as if her cup of bliss were full and running over.
"And after that," said Mrs. Maynard, "if none of you object too seriously, we thought perhaps a little run up through New England would prove attractive."
"Mother," said King, looking at her twinkling eyes, "you planned all this out before? It"s no surprise to you!"
"Very true, King; your father and I planned it while we were on our Southern trip. We had such a delightful outing, it seemed only fair that we should take you children for a trip also. And your father has been thinking for some time about buying an automobile, and as he can take the time now, it all works in beautifully."
"Beautiful! I should think it was!" cried Marjorie; "and Mother, will we all have motor coats and goggles, and all those queer things that they wear in automobiles?"
"You won"t have any queer things, and I doubt if you"ll need goggles; but you and Kitty shall have pretty motor coats, and pretty hoods and veils.
We"ll go on Monday to buy them."
"Oh," sighed Marjorie, "it just does seem too good to be true! It"s like a fairy dream, and I "spect I"ll wake up every minute. What about lessons, Mother?"
"We"ve thought of that; but as your lessons would stop the first of June anyway, you"ll only lose a few weeks, and so we"re going to take you all out of school for that time. For this year, at any rate, Maytime shall be playtime for the Maynards."
"I"m so glad I"m a Maynard, and live in the Maynard family," said Kitty, with a deep sigh of satisfaction.
"So"m I," declared Marjorie; "there never was such a nice family, with such a bee-yootiful father and mother!"
And as if this were a signal for a general onslaught, the three young Maynards made a dash for the two older Maynards, and nearly choked them with well-meant but rather athletic embraces, which was their fashion of expressing approval and appreciation.
CHAPTER III
A TRIAL TRIP
Owing to some unexpected delay, the automobile didn"t arrive until Wednesday. But when at last it came whirring up the drive, the a.s.sembled Maynards on the veranda greeted it with shouts of approval.
"Did you ever see such a beauty!" cried Marjorie, as she danced around the new car, and clambering up on the farther side, jumped over the closed door, and fell plump into one of the cushioned seats.
"Oh, Mopsy!" cried her father, "that isn"t the way to get in."
"I don"t care,--I am in! And it"s just great in here! Why, there"s room enough for a whole party."
The chauffeur who brought the car seemed a little surprised at the antics of the children, for he was a stolid Englishman, and not much accustomed to American exuberance.
Mr. Maynard had engaged him on the best recommendations, and felt sure that he was a trust-worthy and capable man. His name was Pompton, and he was large and muscular, with a face that was grave but not ill-natured.
Kingdon made friends with him at once, and climbing up into the seat beside him, asked innumerable questions about the various parts of the machine.
"Suppose we go at once for a trial spin," proposed Mr. Maynard, and almost before he had completed his sentence, a chorus of a.s.sent rose in response.
"Oh, do, Father," cried King; "and let me stay here in front, so I can see how it works."
"Some other time you may do that, King, but this time I want to sit in front myself, so hop out, and take one of the orchestra chairs."
"All right, sir," and King tumbled out, and flew around to the other side of the car. Mrs. Maynard, Kitty, and Rosamond were already seated in the wide, comfortable back seat. This left two seats in the tonneau for King and Marjorie, and with Mr. Maynard in front, by the side of Pompton, the car offered perfect accommodations for the Maynard family. It was a big touring car of a most approved make, and up-to-date finish. The top could be opened or closed at will, and there were many appurtenances and clever contrivances for comfort, designed to add to the delights of a long tour.
The family had been so eager to start at once that they had not paused to get hats or wraps, and as the top was down, the strong breeze blew their hair all about, and also made conversation a little difficult.
But the Maynard children were not baffled by difficulties, and they raised their voices until they were audible in spite of the wind.
"Isn"t it magnificent!" screamed Marjorie, pulling at King"s collar to attract his attention.