"Fairy stories," said Marjorie, promptly.
"Oh, tut, tut!" and Miss Larkin shook a playful finger. "You should like history. Shouldn't she, now?" she asked, appealing to Kingdon.
"We like history, too," said Kingdon. "At least, we like it some; but we both like fairy stories better."
"Ah, well, children will be children. Do you like summer or winter best?"
This was a poser. It had never occurred to Marjorie to think which she liked best.
"I like them both alike," she said, truthfully.
"Oh, come now; children should have some mind of their own! Little Miss Kitty, I'm sure you know whether you like summer or winter best."
Kitty considered.
"I like winter best for Christmas, and summer for Fourth of July," she said at last, with the air of one settling a weighty matter.
But Miss Larkin really cared nothing to know about these things; it was only her idea of making herself entertaining to her young audience.