"Good-bye!" was the smiling response, and in two minutes more Mopsy was skipping and jumping across the playground.
"Hello, King!" she called. "Where's Kitty? Oh, here you are! Now we can all go home together. What shall we do this afternoon? I want to do something jolly to take the taste of school out of my mouth."
"Come over to our house and play in the hay," said Dick Fulton.
"All right, we will. I'll have my practising done by three o'clock, and we'll come then."
A little later, and the three Maynards flew in at their own gate, and found a warm welcome and a specially good luncheon awaiting them.
"I got along pretty well, Mother," said Marjorie, as they all told their morning's experiences. "Only I couldn't help playing paper boats." She told the whole story, and Mrs. Maynard smiled as she said:
"Marjorie, you are incorrigible; but I fear you will only learn by experience——"
"What is incorrigible?" asked Marjorie.
"It's 'most too big a word for you to understand," said her mother, "but it means you must just keep on everlastingly trying to be good."
"I will," said Mops, heartily, and then she turned her attention to the chicken pie before her.