"That's so, is it? Well, I guess I'll try to make some. Let's see, isn't Fourth of July next week?"
"Yes, it is," said Marjorie. "Next week, Wednesday."
"Well, that's a good day to have fun; and an especially good day for a racket. What shall we do, kiddies?"
"Do you mean for us to choose?" asked Marjorie.
"No, Mehitabel; you suggest, and I'll choose. You think of the very nicest sort of celebrations you know, and I'll select the nicest of them all."
"Well," said Midget, thoughtfully, "there's a party or a picnic. How many people do you mean, Cousin Jack? And do you mean children or grown-ups?"
"Now I feel aggrieved, and insulted, and chagrined, and many other awful things!" Cousin Jack looked so woe-begone that they almost thought him in earnest. "You know, Mehitabel, that I'm but a child myself! I'm not a grown-up, and I never will be!"
"That's so!" laughed his wife.
"And so, us children will have a celebration of the children, for the children, and by the children! How many perfectly good children do you know down here?"
"Not many," said King; "hardly any, in fact, except the Sand Club."