"I doubt if the waterlilies are in bloom just now, but I'm sure the tigers are flourishing. Well, I'm for the Zoo. Will you go, Mother?"
"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Maynard; "I don't want to miss such a fine-sounding Ourday as that."
"I think it's great!" declared King. "Bob Carson says the birds are wonderful, and the alligators walk around on the grass."
"Oh!" cried Kitty, "then I don't want to go. I wouldn't meet an alligator for anything!"
"They have their own grass plat, Kitsie," said her father. "They don't trespass on the grass reserved for visitors."
So the Ourday was unanimously settled, and, as that sort of a trip involved little preparation, there was nothing to do but hope for pleasant weather.
"Though if it rains," said Marjorie, comfortably, "Father will fix up something nice for us in the house."
But Saturday turned out to be a lovely day, and the Maynard family took an early train for New York City, in order to make their stay at the Zoo as long as possible.
They did not invite any other guests, as Mr. and Mrs. Maynard thought their own four children responsibility enough.
The young people greatly enjoyed the journey in the train, and across the ferry, and then Rosy Posy asked that they might go in what she called the "Cellarway." She meant the Subway, and, as this was a quick way to reach Bronx Park, Mr. Maynard consented. The children were of enthusiastic natures, and inclined to be conversational, but the noise of the Subway trains drowned their voices, and, for once, they were obliged to be silent. But when they reached their destination, and entered the beautiful park, their tongues were loosed again, and they kept up a running fire of chatter.