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!"