ce of their host and hostess.

Grandma and Grandpa Maynard were most worthy and estimable people; but
they were not very young, and they had lived all their lives in an
atmosphere of convention and formality. They did not realize that this
was different from the mode of living preferred by their son's family,
and indeed they were so accustomed to their own ways that it never
occurred to them that there were any others.

Mr. and Mrs. Maynard appreciated and understood all this, and accepted
the situation as it stood.

But the children, impressed by the admonitions of their parents, and
oppressed by the severe and rigid effects of the house, turned into quiet
little puppets, quite different from their usual merry selves.

Although the elder Maynards' greetings were formal, Mr. and Mrs. Maynard,
Jr., were cordial in their manner. Mr. Maynard shook his father heartily
by the hand, and kissed his mother tenderly, and Mrs. Maynard did the
same.

Marjorie endeavored to do exactly as her parents did, but as she began to
chatter to her grandfather, Grandma Maynard told her that children should
be seen and not heard, and bade her sit down on a sofa. The old lady had
no intention of hurting Marjorie's feelings, but she meant exactly what
she said, and it irritated her to hear a child chatter.

"And now," said Grandma Maynard, after the greetings were all over, "you
would like to go to your rooms, I'm sure, and make ready for tea."

Decorously the children filed upstairs and were put in charge of maids
who assisted them with their toilets.

Marjorie and Kitty were in the same room, but owing to the maids'
presence, they could make no comments.

As the trunks had been sent ahead, they had fresh frocks in plenty, and
soon, attired in stiff white kilted pique, they went downstairs again.

Grandma Maynard nodded approval, and told them to sit down on the divan.

"Of course, you little girls don't drink tea," she said, as she seated
herself behind the elaborately appointed tea-tray which the butler had
brought in. "So I have milk for you."

This was entirely satisfactory, and as there were plenty of lovely little
cakes and dainty sandwiches, the children felt there was no fault to be
found with Grandma's hospitality, even though they were not allowed to
talk.

King adapted himself rather more easily than the girls to this order of
things, and he sat quietly in his chair, speaking only when he was spoken
to; and though Mar