“Sing,” suggested Delight.
“All right; start her up.”
But asked so suddenly, Delight couldn’t think of anything appropriate. In a frantic attempt, however, to supply the desired music, she began “John Brown’s Body.”
Everybody joined in, lustily, and as the front door opened, and Miss Hart gently pushed the bewildered Miss Larkin forward, a rousing “Glory, glory, Hallelujah!” greeted her.
“What—what is it all?” cried the amazed lady, as right in front of her was a strange-looking figure much like a clumsy bear, trying to make a dancing-school bow, or rather, a dancing-bear bow, without tumbling over his snowshoes.
“Go on, King!” shouted Marjorie. “March round.”
So King went on, and the parade slowly went round the big oval of the Maynard front lawn two or three times.
Miss Larkin was fairly enraptured.
“For me! for my birthday!” she exclaimed, as Miss Hart explained it to her. “Why, I never saw anything so wonderful! Go round again, children, dear! Oh, you are fine!”
She clasped her hands in ecstasy, and Rosy Posy fairly screamed in delight.