"I'd like it," declared Marjorie. "I've never been to Atlantic City."
"But it isn't exactly a summer place, is it?" asked Mrs. Maynard.
"Neither is Lakewood," said Cousin Ethel. "But it's a cool spell just now, and I think it would be lots of fun to run down there."
"All right," said Mr. Maynard, "let's run."
And run they did. Considering they had nine people and two motors, and several suitcases to look after, they displayed admirable expedition in getting started, and just at dusk they came upon the brilliant radiance of the lights of Atlantic City.
"This was a fine idea of yours, Ethel," said Mrs. Maynard. "This place looks very attractive."
"Oh, isn't it!" cried Marjorie. "I think it's grand! Can't we stay up late to-night, Mother?"
"You may stay up till nine o'clock, Midget, and we'll go down and see the crowds on the Boardwalk."
So after dinner they went down to the gay thoroughfare known as the Boardwalk. It was crowded with merry, laughing, chattering people, and Midget danced along in an ecstasy of enjoyment.
"I never saw such a lot of people!" she exclaimed. "Where are they all going?"