g.

"Well, we've had awful little rain since we started," commented Marjorie;
"just a little shower now and then, and that's all."

"Maytime is playtime for us this year, sure enough," said her father; "I
hope you children realize that these are all Ourdays, and you're piling
up enough of them to last for two or three years ahead."

"Oh, they don't count that way, do they?" cried Kitty, in such dismay
that her father laughed.

"Don't worry, Kitsie," he said. "I guess we can squeeze out a few Ourdays
in the future. Meantime, enjoy your Maytime while you may."

And this the Maynard family proceeded to do. They spent several days in
Boston, seeing the sights of the town, and making little excursions to
the suburbs and nearby places of interest.

They visited the Public Library, and studied the wonderful paintings
there. They went to the State House, and Faneuil Hall, and Mr. Maynard
showed the children so many interesting relics, and taught them so much
interesting New England history that Marjorie declared he was quite as
good a teacher as Miss Hart.

They spent much time in the Public Gardens and on the Common, for the
Maynard children dearly loved to be out of doors, and the flowers in
their masses of bloom were enchanting.

Indeed, there was so much of interest to see that Marjorie felt almost
sorry when the time came to go to Cambridge for their visit at Mr. and
Mrs. Bryant's. But her father told her that on their return from
Cambridge they could, if they wished, spend a few more days in Boston.

And so, one afternoon, the Maynards drove away from the hotel in their
car, and crossed the Charles River to Cambridge.

The Bryants' home was a fine, large estate not far from Harvard College.

"Another college!" exclaimed Marjorie, as they passed the University
Buildings. "Can we go through this one, Father, as we did through Yale?"

"Yes," said Mr. Maynard, "and then King can make a choice of which he
wants to attend."

"I think I know already," returned King; "but I won't tell you yet, for I
may change my mind."

As they turned in at the gateway of the Bryants' home they found
themselves on a long avenue, bordered with magnificent trees. This led to
the house, and on the veranda their host and hostess stood awaiting them.

"You dear people! I'm so glad to see you; jump right out, and come in,"
exclaimed Mrs. Bryant, as the car stopped. She was a pretty, vivacious
little lady, with cordial hospitality beam