is so overhung with creepers it makes you feel creepy anyway. I'm going
to call it Creeper Castle."

"Oh, don't!" said Marjorie. "It sounds horrid! Makes you think of
caterpillars and things like that!"

"So it does! Well, Mehitabel, you name it for us. I can't live in a
house without a name."

"I'd call it Bryant Bower. That sounds flowery and pretty."

"Just the ticket! You're a genius for names! Bryant Bower it is. What's
the name of your house,--Maynard Mansion?"

"Maynard Manor is prettier," suggested Cousin Ethel.

"So it is! Maynard Manor goes! I don't know anybody with prettier
manners than the Maynards, especially the younger generation of them,"
and though Cousin Jack spoke laughingly, there was an earnest undertone
in his voice that greatly pleased King and Marjorie.

"Hooray!" cried that hilarious gentleman, as they reached the Maynards'
veranda. "Hello, Ed. How d'ye do, Helen? Here we are! We're returning
your youngsters right side up with care. Why, look who's here!" and
catching up Rosy Posy, he tossed her high in the air, to the little
girl's great delight.

Dinner was a festive occasion indeed, and afterward they all sat on the
wide veranda and listened to the roar of the waves.