"I'd call it Bryant Bower. That sounds flowery and pretty."
"Just the ticket! You're a genius for names! Bryant Bower it is. What's the name of your house,—Maynard Mansion?"
"Maynard Manor is prettier," suggested Cousin Ethel.
"So it is! Maynard Manor goes! I don't know anybody with prettier manners than the Maynards, especially the younger generation of them," and though Cousin Jack spoke laughingly, there was an earnest undertone in his voice that greatly pleased King and Marjorie.
"Hooray!" cried that hilarious gentleman, as they reached the Maynards' veranda. "Hello, Ed. How d'ye do, Helen? Here we are! We're returning your youngsters right side up with care. Why, look who's here!" and catching up Rosy Posy, he tossed her high in the air, to the little girl's great delight.
Dinner was a festive occasion indeed, and afterward they all sat on the wide veranda and listened to the roar of the waves.
"This is a restful place," said Cousin Ethel, as she leaned back comfortably in her wicker rocker.
"So it is," agreed her husband, "but, if you ask me, I think it's too restful. I like a place with some racket to it, don't you, Hezekiah?"
This was his pet name for King, and the boy replied:
"There's fun enough here, Cousin Jack, if you make it yourself."