CHAPTER II

A NEW PET


When Mr. Maynard came home that night he was treated to an account of the
whole affair, but as two or three of the little Maynards often talked at
once, the effect was sometimes unintelligible.

"It was the loveliest party, Father," said Marjorie, as she hung over one
arm of his chair, and arranged a somewhat large bunch of blossoms in
his buttonhole.

"Yes, it was," agreed Kitty, who hung on the other arm of the chair, and
investigated his coat pockets in the hope of finding a box of candy or
other interesting booty.

"It sure was!" declared King, who was sitting on a footstool near, and
hugging one knee with apparently intense affection.

"And what made it so especially delightful?" asked Mr. Maynard, as he
balanced Rosy Posy on his knee; "you tell me, Baby."

"It was a bootiful party," said Rosy Posy, with decision, "because we had
pink ice cream."