"And you, Baby Rosamond," she went on, "what do you like best in all the world?"
"Boffin," was the ready reply, "an' Buffaro Bill, 'cause I'm it."
They all laughed at this, for in the Maynard family Rosy Posy's high estimation of herself was well known.
Although it seemed as if it never would, the luncheon at last came to an end.
Mrs. Maynard told the children they might be excused, and she and Miss Larkin would chat by themselves.
Decorously enough, the four left the room, but once outside the house, King gave a wild whoop of joy and turned a double somersault.
Midget threw herself down on a veranda-seat, but with a beaming face, she said:
"Well, we behaved all right, anyway; but I was 'most afraid I'd be saucy to her one time. It's such a temptation, when people talk like that."
"She talked all the time," said Kitty. "I don't see when she ate anything."
"She didn't," said King. "I suppose she'd rather talk than eat. She's not a bit like us."