"Ourday isn't over yet, Father," said Midge, after the last guest had gone.
"Oho, I think it's time little Chessy Cats went to bed," said Mr.
Maynard.
"No, indeed! the party was from four to seven, and though they staid a little later, it's only half-past seven now. And Ourday nights we always stay up till half-past eight."
"My stars! a whole hour more of Chessy Cats! That's enough to make any one grin. All right Midgety, what do you want me to do?"
"It's King's choose," said Marjorie; "it's his Ourday, you know."
So King chose "Twenty Questions," a game of which he never tired, and a jolly hour they all spent in playing it.
Then bedtime was definitely announced, and it was a lot of rather tired
Chessy Cats who climbed the stairs, after many and repeated good-nights.
As Gladys' visit was to be such a short one Mrs. Maynard advised Midget not to go to lessons during her stay.
Marjorie was a little disappointed at this, but she couldn't very well go off and leave Gladys, and it would have been awkward to take her, so she staid away herself. The two girls had good times, and both Mr. and Mrs. Maynard planned many pleasant things for their enjoyment, but still Marjorie was not altogether sorry when on Tuesday Gladys took her departure.
"What's this fuss about Gladys and Delight?" asked Mr. Maynard, as they all sat chatting Tuesday evening.