hear of something to your advantage," said Mr. Maynard, smiling at his
two eldest children who were rather red-faced and breathless from their
recent exertions.

"Sure we will!" cried King, and drawing Marjorie down with him, they fell
in a heap on the floor, and sat there awaiting further disclosures.

"You see," Mr. Maynard began, "as Marjorie says, Maytime is,--what?"

"Playtime," supplemented Marjorie, quickly.

"Well, then, if Maytime is playtime for the Maynards, why shouldn't we
play all through the month of May?"

"Play every day,
All the month of May,
All the Maynards may
Play all day!
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!"

sang Marjorie who often improvised her songs as she went along. This was
not a difficult one to learn, and King and Kitty took up the refrain, and
they sang it over and over with great gusto, until Mrs. Maynard begged
for a respite.

"But of course you don't mean anything like that?" said Kitty, when the
song had ceased.

"But that's just exactly what I do mean. What do you think of the plan of
the Maynards going a-Maying in their own motor car, and taking the whole