Marjorie at Seacote by Carolyn Wells
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"This is a restful place," said Cousin Ethel, as she leaned back
comfortably in her wicker rocker. "So it is," agreed her husband, "but, if you ask _me_, I think it's _too_ restful. I like a place with some racket to it, don't you, Hezekiah?" This was his pet name for King, and the boy replied: "There's fun enough here, Cousin Jack, if you make it yourself." "That's so, is it? Well, I guess I'll try to make some. Let's see, isn't Fourth of July next week?" "Yes, it is," said Marjorie. "Next week, Wednesday." "Well, that's a good day to have fun; and an especially good day for a racket. What shall we do, kiddies?" "Do you mean for us to choose?" asked Marjorie. "No, Mehitabel; you suggest, and I'll choose. You think of the very nicest sort of celebrations you know, and I'll select the nicest of them all." "Well," said Midget, thoughtfully, "there's a party or a picnic. How many people do you mean, Cousin Jack? And do you mean children or grown-ups?" "Now I feel aggrieved, and insulted, and chagrined, and many other awful |
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