things!" Cousin Jack looked so woe-begone that they almost thought him
in earnest. "You _know_, Mehitabel, that I'm but a child myself! I'm not
a grown-up, and I never will be!"

"That's so!" laughed his wife.

"And so, us children will have a celebration of the children, for the
children, and by the children! How many perfectly good children do you
know down here?"

"Not many," said King; "hardly any, in fact, except the Sand Club."

"The Sand Club! That sounds interesting. Tell me about it."

So King and Marjorie told all about the Sand Club and its six members,
and Cousin Jack declared that was just enough for his idea of a Fourth
of July celebration.

"Now for the plan," he went on. "How about a picnic in the woods, which
I see sticking up over there, and then come back to Bryant Bower for
some fireworks later?"

"I think that sounds beautiful!" said Marjorie, and King entirely
agreed.

"Why not have the fireworks here?" said Mr. Maynard. "You're too good to
these children, Jack."

"Not a bit of it. We can have a celebration here some other night. But
I've picked out the glorious Fourth for my own little racketty-packetty