estion? Let her come to visit us for a
time every year. I believe she makes long visits to her other
grandmother."

Marjorie smiled involuntarily at the thought of the difference between
the homes of the two grandmothers, but she said nothing, knowing from
what her mother had told her that she would not be sent away from home
unless she chose.

"Oh, Midget doesn't visit Grandma Sherwood every year," said Marjorie's
father. "She only goes there once in four years. So to even matters up,
suppose we let Marjorie come here and make a little visit next winter,
with the understanding that if she gets homesick, she's to be sent home
at once."

Everybody agreed to this, and though Marjorie felt a positive conviction
that she would get homesick about the second day, yet Grandma Maynard
made a silent resolve that she would make everything so attractive to
Marjorie that the visit would be a long one.

So the matter was settled for the present, and if King and Kitty felt a
little chagrined at Grandma Maynard's preference for Marjorie's company
over their own, they said nothing about it.

* * * * *

That same afternoon, directly after luncheon, the Maynard family started
once more on their automobile trip.

As the big car drew up in front of the house, the children saw it with
joy, but they did not express their feelings, as that would not be polite
to their grandparents.

But they were secretly delighted to see the big car again, with Pompton,
whom they had not seen since they had been in New York, in his seat
waiting for them.

Then good-byes were said, and Grandma affectionately reminded Marjorie
that she was to visit her in the winter, and then in a few moments the
motor party was speeding away.

They were scarcely a block from the house before the children began to
express their relief at being released from the uncongenial atmosphere of
their grandparents' home.

"I do declare," said King. "It was just like being in jail!"

"Have you ever been in jail?" asked Kitty, who was nothing if not
literal.

"Well, no," returned her brother, "and I hope I never shall be after this
experience. Grandpa and Grandma Maynard are the limit! If I had stayed
there another day, I should have run away!"

Mr. Maynard, who was sitting in front with Pompton, turned round to the
children.

"My dear little Maynards," he said, "unless you want to hurt your
father's feelings very badly indeed, you will