“I do love you, Grandma,” she cried, “but of course you must know that I couldn’t leave my own Maynards.  Why, we’re the ’votedest family you ever did see!  We couldn’t spare any one of each other!  And, Grandma, when you were a little girl twelve years old, you wouldn’t have gone away from your father and mother to live, would you?”

“No, Marjorie, I don’t suppose I would,” admitted Grandma Maynard, patting the little girl’s cheek; “but perhaps when you’re older, dear, you may change your mind about this.”

Marjorie looked thoughtful a moment, and then she said, “Grandma, I don’t truly think I will, but if I should I’ll let you know.”

“I hadn’t an idea the child would come to live with us,” said Grandpa Maynard, “but how’s this for a suggestion?  Let her come to visit us for a time every year.  I believe she makes long visits to her other grandmother.”

Marjorie smiled involuntarily at the thought of the difference between the homes of the two grandmothers, but she said nothing, knowing from what her mother had told her that she would not be sent away from home unless she chose.

“Oh, Midget doesn’t visit Grandma Sherwood every year,” said Marjorie’s father.  “She only goes there once in four years.  So to even matters up, suppose we let Marjorie come here and make a little visit next winter, with the understanding that if she gets homesick, she’s to be sent home at once.”

Everybody agreed to this, and though Marjorie felt a positive conviction that she would get homesick about the second day, yet Grandma Maynard made a silent resolve that she would make everything so attractive to Marjorie that the visit would be a long one.

So the matter was settled for the present, and if King and Kitty felt a little chagrined at Grandma Maynard’s preference for Marjorie’s company over their own, they said nothing about it.

* * * * *

That same afternoon, directly after luncheon, the Maynard family started once more on their automobile trip.

As the big car drew up in front of the house, the children saw it with joy, but they did not express their feelings, as that would not be polite to their grandparents.

But they were secretly delighted to see the big car again, with Pompton, whom they had not seen since they had been in New York, in his seat waiting for them.

Then good-byes were said, and Grandma affectionately reminded Marjorie that she was to visit her in the winter, and then in a few moments the motor party was speeding away.

They were scarcely a block from the house before the children began to express their relief at being released from the uncongenial atmosphere of their grandparents’ home.

“I do declare,” said King.  “It was just like being in jail!”

“Have you ever been in jail?” asked Kitty, who was nothing if not literal.

“Well, no,” returned her brother, “and I hope I never shall be after this experience.  Grandpa and Grandma Maynard are the limit!  If I had stayed there another day, I should have run away!”