"Perfectly gorgiferous!--and then some!" he yelled back, a little preoccupied in manner, because he was leaning over the chauffeur"s shoulder, in his impatience to learn how to run the machine.
They went flying through the streets of Rockwell, and out into the country for a little run. Then as they were to start on their tour next day, Mrs. Maynard declared they must be turning homeward.
"Oh, Father," cried Marjorie, "after Mother gets out, mayn"t we take Delight out for a few moments? Even only just around the block?"
"Will she care to go, Mopsy? You know an automobile isn"t such a wonderful novelty to her as it is to you."
"Oh, yes, she"ll care to go in ours,--and anyway I mean just for a minute."
"All right then, chickabiddy; we"ll put Mother and Baby out, then we"ll take Delight around the block, and that"ll be about all for to-day."
So Mrs. Maynard and Rosy Posy were deposited on their own doorstep, and the big red car flew across the street to give Delight an exhibition of its glories.
She was glad to go, but she was far from being as enthusiastic as the Maynard children, for Delight was a timid little girl, and never felt entirely at her ease in a fast-flying motor. She nestled in the back seat between Marjorie and Kitty, and grasped both their hands when the car swung swiftly around a corner.
Then they happened to meet Flip Henderson walking along the street, and they picked him up as an extra pa.s.senger, and then Kitty said: "Oh, now we"ve got the whole Jinks Club except Dorothy Adams. Do let"s stop for her, Father, and then go round one more block."
Good-natured Mr. Maynard consented, and though there was no vacant seat, Dorothy was bundled in somehow, and the crowd of shouting, laughing children were driven around several blocks.
The quiet little town of Rockwell was amazed at the sight, and thought it must be some new kind of a circus advertis.e.m.e.nt, until they realized that it was the Maynard family, and people had long ceased to be surprised at what the Maynards did.
But at last the children who were not Maynards were left at their respective homes, and the big red car again turned in at its own home.
"Where are you going to keep it, Father?" asked King, as they all scrambled out.
"I shall have a garage built on the place as soon as we get back; but for to-night our pet will have to sleep in other lodgings. Skip into the house now, you children, for I want to talk to Pompton without the interruption of a crowd of chatter-boxes."
So the three went into the house and stood together at a front window, flattening their noses against the gla.s.s, as they looked out at their new treasure. King was in the middle, behind his two sisters, with an arm around both their necks, and he explained to them in a very learned way, a great many points about the machine that they did not understand. His explanations were far from being correct or true, but as he didn"t know that, nor the girls either, it really made no difference.
At last Pompton drove away with the car, and they watched it disappear down the street, and then turned to greet Mr. Maynard as he entered.
Marjorie went straight up to her father, and stood in front of him.
"I do think you are the most wonderful Father in the whole world," she said, eyeing him in a judicial manner.
"And the grandest!" said Kitty, snuggling herself in under his arm.
"And the tip-toppest!" declared King, grasping his father"s other hand.
"Well, well!" exclaimed Mr. Maynard, dropping into an armchair, "I am certainly catching some fine compliments! And I"d like to return them.
I don"t mind confessing that I think you young people just about the highest cla.s.s of goods in the market!"
"But we"re not as splendid as you are," said Marjorie, thoughtfully; "because you do things for us, and we never do anything for you."
"Oh, yes, you do," returned her father; "you do all I want you to, by just living, and growing, and trying to behave yourselves properly."
"But we don"t always do that," said Kitty, with a repentant air.
"You do, Kit," said King, generously, "you"re always good. Mops and I are the ones that slip up."
"It"s human nature to slip up occasionally," said Mr. Maynard, "but I think on the whole my kiddies do pretty well. Now, as you know, we start to-morrow for Grandma Sherwood"s, and while I"m not going to give you a lecture on the subject, I _am_ going to ask you to behave pretty fairly well while you"re at her house. You know she"s not as young as she once was, and a lot of mischievous children may make her a great deal of trouble if they wish to,--or they can refrain from doing so. Need I say any more?"
"Not another word, Father," declared Marjorie; "I promise to be as good as pie,--custard pie!"
"And I"ll be as good as mince pie," said King, "you can"t beat that!"
"Yes, I can," said Kitty; "I shall be as good as lemon meringue pie,--with a high, fluffy meringue, and little browny wiggles all over the top."
"You"ve struck it, Kit," said her brother, admiringly; "that _is_ the best kind of pie,--and you"ll be the best of the Maynard bunch! Say, Kitty, doesn"t it hurt you to be so good?"
"No," said Kitty, placidly, "I like it."
There was not much fun in teasing Kitty, she was too matter-of-fact, so King turned his attentions to Marjorie, and with apparent innocence kicked out his foot just in time for her to stumble over it. This led to a general scrimmage, in which two Maynards, two sofa-pillows, and a footstool became very much tangled up, and Mr. Maynard and Kitty sat smiling indulgently at them, with the air of enjoying the performance and not caring to take part in it.
Of course the dinner hour and all the hours until bedtime were occupied in conversation about the projected trip, and when at last the little Maynards were tucked into bed, their dreams still continued to hover around the same subject.
The next day proved to be most kindly disposed as to weather, and the brilliant May sunshine sparkled on the big red car as it stood waiting for its pa.s.sengers.
There was more or less hurry and scurry of getting ready, but the elder Maynards were of systematic and methodical habits, so that really everything was ready ahead of time. Two trunks had been sent on by express to Grandma Sherwood"s, and one large trunk which was to accompany them on their trip, was already fastened in place at the back of the car.
The children all had new motor coats of pongee, which they could wear over other wraps if necessary. The girls also had fascinating little hoods of shirred silk, Marjorie"s being rose color, and Kitty"s blue.
They greatly admired themselves and each other in these costumes, and Marjorie declared it gave her a trippy feeling just to look at them.
They started at ten o"clock. Mrs. Maynard and Kitty sat back with Rosamond between them. Midget and King in the next two seats, and Mr.
Maynard in front with the chauffeur.
They went flying down the drive to a chorus of good-byes from the servants, who a.s.sembled to see them off, and who would take care of the house in their absence.
As they whizzed across the street, and paused for a moment in front of Delight"s house, Delight and Miss Hart came running down to wave a good-bye, and their hands were full of flowers which they flung into the automobile all over its merry occupants.
"Good-bye, good-bye!" they called, for the Maynards had not stopped, but merely slowed down a little, and were now again speeding on their way.
Marjorie and King stood up in their places, and waved handkerchiefs and flowers, and shouted good-bye until they could no longer be seen or heard.
"Now we are really started," said Marjorie, settling back into her seat with an air of great satisfaction. "Having all these flowers thrown at us seems like a wedding trip or something. There"s not nearly so much wind to-day, and then, with this hood, my hair doesn"t blow about so, anyway.
Oh, Father, I"m awful hungry! Can"t we stop at the grocer"s and get some ginger-snaps and apples?"
"You"ve just had your breakfast, but I suppose automobile kiddies must have something to nibble on!" So a stop was made at the grocer"s, and a supply of ginger-snaps and apples was added to their other luggage.
Mr. Hiller, the grocer, was very much interested in the motor party, and came out himself to wish them good speed.
"I don"t know what Rockwell will do without the Maynard tribe," he said; "you youngsters keep things lively around town. And you"re going to be away a month, you say. Well, well!"
"Perhaps it"s a good thing to give the town a little rest, Mr. Hiller,"
said Mr. Maynard, laughing.
"No, sir; no, sir; them children of yours never does anything vicious.
Full of mischief they may be, full of fun they may be, but never really naughty. No, no!"