"I think it's beautiful," said Midget, "but I'd just as lieve be riding, wouldn't you, Kit?"
"Oh, I don't care. I like 'em both,—first one and then the other."
Kitty was of a contented disposition, and usually liked everything. But the other two were also easily pleased, and the three agreed that they didn't care whether they were motoring or staying at the lovely hotel.
"Now, then, little Maynards, bed for yours!" announced their father, as he came strolling out to find them.
"Father," said Marjorie, grasping his hand, "is this really an Ourday?"
"Yes, Midget; of course it is. You don't mind the Bryants sharing it, do you?"
"No, not a bit. Only,—to-morrow can't I ride with you? If it's our Ourday, I like better to be by you."
"Of course you can!" cried Mr. Maynard, heartily. "We'll fix it somehow."
"But don't tell Cousin Ethel and Cousin Jack that I don't want to ride with them," went on Midget, "because it might hurt their feelings. But you know,—when I thought I didn't have any father,—I thought about all our Ourdays, and——"
Midget's voice broke, and Mr. Maynard caught her to him.