"I know it; it's a sort of a bother to write letters. But I love to get them."
"Well, the summer will be over pretty soon," returned Kitty, "and then we'll all be back in Rockwell."
The Maynard children were philosophical, and so they parted with cheery good-byes, and the train steamed away with Uncle Steve and Kitty waving from the window.
"Now, for our own plans," said Mr. Maynard. "What shall we do next, Jack?"
"I know what I'd like," said Cousin Ethel.
"What is it, my Angel?" asked her husband. "You may most certainly have anything you want."
"Well, instead of going right back to Seacote, I'd like to go to Atlantic City."
"You would!" said Mr. Bryant. "And would you like to go around by Chicago, and stop at San Francisco on your way home?"
"No," said Cousin Ethel, laughing; "and I don't think Atlantic City is so very far. We could go there to-day, stay over to-morrow, and back to Seacote the day after. What do you think, Jack?"
"I think your plan is great! And I'm more than ready to carry it out, if these Maynards of ours agree to it."