“S’pose we say we just won’t stand it,” suggested Marjorie; “do you think they’d stay home?”
“No, indeedy!” declared King. “You know as well as I do, the tickets are bought, and everything is arranged for.”
“Even us,” said Kitty, sadly.
“Yes; even us,” repeated her brother. “And how are we arranged for? Left in charge of Larkin! Old Loony Larkin!”
“Hush, King, that’s disrespectful,” said Marjorie, laughing in spite of herself.
“Well, she is old; and she is Larkin; and I think she’s loony!”
“But you mustn’t say so, if you do,” persisted Marjorie.
“Indeed you mustn’t,” said Mrs. Maynard, coming into the living room where the three children were holding an indignation meeting. “I’m ashamed of you, King!”
“Aw, Mother, forgive me this once, and I won’t ever say such a thing again till next time.”
Kingdon sidled up to his mother, and nestled his cheek against hers in such a cajoling way, that Mrs. Maynard smiled, and forbore further reproof just then.