They were comical figures, indeed, and when they were completed it was time to go in to luncheon, and Dorothy and Flip scampered for their homes.
"Now, gentlemen of the jury," said Mr. Maynard, at the lunch table, "as we have still two good hours before it's time to array ourselves in purple and fine linen for the party, suppose we continue our outdoor sports and go for a sleigh ride? It's up to you, King."
"Fine!" agreed King. "If it suits the ladies of the castle."
"It do," said Kitty; "the ladies fair would fain go for a sleigh ride.
May I ask Dorothy?"
"Not this time, Kittums," said her father. "I've ordered a big double sleigh, and we'll just fill it comfortably."
And so they did, with Mr. and Mrs. Maynard on the wide back seat and Rosy Posy between, them; Midget, Gladys, and Kitty facing them, and King up on the box with the driver.
A span of big powerful horses took them flying over the snow, and the crisp, keen air made their cheeks rosy and their eyes bright.
It was a fine sleigh ride, and the jingling bells made a merry accompaniment to the children's chatter and laughter.
"Ice cream, Kitty?" asked her father as they entered a small town, and drew up before the funny little inn that was its principal hostelry—
"No, sir!" said Kitty, whose teeth were chattering, "it's too cold!"