ere were about twenty guests all together, and as they wore the pretty
costumes they had worn as peddlers, it was a picturesque group.

"Ho, for the Festival Feast!" exclaimed Cousin Jack, and taking Marjorie
and Kitty by either hand he went dancing with them across the lawn.

Under a clump of trees they discovered that a table had been set, though
it had not been visible from the house.

The table was like a vision of Fairyland, and Marjorie thought she had
never before seen such a pretty one.

The decorations were of pink, and in the middle of the table was a wicker
pushcart of fairly good size, filled with parcels wrapped in pink tissue
paper. From each parcel a long end of ribbon led to the plate of each
little guest. Also at each place was a much smaller pushcart of gilded
wicker-work tied with pink bows, and filled with candies.

Pink sweet peas and ferns were scattered over the white tablecloth, and
across the table ran a broad pink satin ribbon which bore in gold letters
the legend, "May for the Maynards, the Maynards for May!"

"What a beautiful table!" cried Marjorie, as the lovely sight greeted her
eyes.

"What beautiful guests!" cried Cousin Jack, as he looked at the smiling,
happy crowd of children. And then he helped them to find their places,
which were marked by pretty cards, painted with pink flowers.

As far as possible, everything was trimmed with pink. The china was white
with pink bands, the rolled sandwiches were tied with little pink
ribbons, the little cakes were iced with pink, and there were pink
candies, and pink ice cream, and pink lemonade.

Then after the feast was over, the children were instructed to pull
gently on the ribbons that lay at their plate, and thus draw toward them
the pink paper parcels.

These being opened proved to contain a dainty gift for each one, the
prevailing color, of course, being pink.

"It's the pinkiest party I ever saw!" exclaimed Marjorie. "It makes it
seem more like May, being so pinky!"

"That's because it's for the Pink of Perfection," said Cousin Jack,
looking fondly at Marjorie, whom he considered his chief guest.

Then they all left the table, and with Cousin Jack as ringleader, they
played merry games until late in the afternoon.

At last the children all went home, and Marjorie threw her arms around
Cousin Jack's neck, in a burst of gratitude. "You are too good to us!"
she exclaimed.

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