"You must write to us often, Kit," said King; "I gave you those writing things so you'd be sure to."
"Yes, I will; but I don't know yet where you're all going to be."
"I don't know yet myself," said Mr. Maynard, "but it will be somewhere near the sea, if possible. Will you like the seashore, Kiddies,—you that are going?"
"I shall," said Marjorie, promptly. "I'll love it. May we go bathing every day? And can I have a bathing suit,—red, trimmed with white?"
"I 'spect you can," said her mother, smiling at her. "What color do you want, King?"
"Oh, I think dark blue would suit my manly beauty! What are you going to have, Father?"
"I think dark blue will be our choice, my boy. It swims better than anything else. But first we must find a roof to cover our heads. I've about decided on one,—if I can get it. It's a bungalow."
"What's a bungalow?" asked Marjorie. "I never heard of such a thing."
"Ho, ho! Never heard of a bungalow!" said King. "Why, a bungalow is a,—is a,——"
"Well, is a what?" asked Midget, impatiently.