"I haven't been there for three years," said Marjorie, "and I
suppose there'll be lots of changes."

"I was there two years ago," said Kitty, "but Arabella has never
been."

"I'se never been, eever," said Rosy Posy, wistfully, "and so
Boffin hasn't, too. But we don't want to go, us wants to stay home
wiv Muvver."

"And I say, Mops, look out for the Baltimore oriole," went on
Kingdon. "He had a nest in the big white birch last year, and like
as not he'll be there again."

"There was a red-headed woodpecker two years ago," said Kitty;
"perhaps he'll be there this summer."

"I hope so," said Marjorie; "I'm going to take my big Bird book,
and then I can tell them all."

It was the custom in the Maynard household for one of the children
to go each summer to Grandma Sherwood's farm near Morristown. They
took turns, but as Rosy Posy was so little she had not begun yet.

The children always enjoyed the vacation at Grandma's, but they
were a chummy little crowd and dreaded the separation. This was
the reason of their subdued and depressed air to-day.

It was Marjorie's turn, and she was to leave home the next
morning. Mrs. Maynard was to accompany her on the journey, and