well, that's exactly what I do mean. A
tour through the country in our own motor, and in our own Maytime. How
does it strike you?"

"It strikes me all of a heap!" cried Marjorie, throwing herself into her
father's arms; "tell me more, quick! Seems as if I can't believe it!"

"I can't believe it, either," said Kitty, slowly; "but I 'spect I can by
the time we get ready to start. When are we going, Father?"

"On Thursday, if Mother can be ready."

"Oh, yes, I can be ready. I've only to get a few things for the children
and myself to wear on the journey."

"Yes, we must all have up-to-date motor togs, I'm sure," and Mr. Maynard
looked about as happy over the projected trip, as any of his children.

"But, Father," said Marjorie, "how can you take so much time away from
your business? You said you couldn't take two Ourdays together because
you were busy."

"I didn't say exactly that, dearie, and anyway I was only joking, because
I knew I was going to spring this surprise on you in a few minutes. I
have arranged, of course, to be away from my business for nearly a month,
and have planned to spend the greater part of May taking this motor trip.
We will go to Grandma Sherwood's first, and stay a few days,--"

"To Grandma Sherwood's? Oh, glorious!" And again Marjorie was seized with
a paroxysm of joy, and this time she caught Kitty, and led her off for a
mad dance round the room. "Just think of it, Kit," she cried, "we'll be
at Grandma Sherwood's together, and you can see the lovely room she fixed
up for me, and the house in the tree, and everything. Oh, Kitty!"

"But I'm going to be there all summer, anyway," said Kitty, as she
finally induced Marjorie to tumble on the divan amid a heap of sofa
pillows.

"Yes, I know; but that's different. But what fun for us all to be there
together for a few days! Did you say a few days, Father?"

"Yes, I did; but if you're so turbulent, and excitable, and noisy I think
a few hours'll be enough for Grandma and Uncle Steve."

"It may be enough for Grandma, but it won't for Uncle Steve," declared
Marjorie; "he loves rackety-packety children!"

"Well, he'll get his desires fulfilled when you get there," said Mrs.
Maynard, smiling; "but perhaps the trip there will calm you down a little
bit."

"No, it won't! It just makes me more and more crazy all the time I think
of it! Oh, Father, won't we have a lot of our Ourdays all at once!"

"Indeed we will, enough to last for several yea