l over its merry occupants.

"Good-bye, good-bye!" they called, for the Maynards had not stopped, but
merely slowed down a little, and were now again speeding on their way.
Marjorie and King stood up in their places, and waved handkerchiefs and
flowers, and shouted good-bye until they could no longer be seen or
heard.

"Now we are really started," said Marjorie, settling back into her seat
with an air of great satisfaction. "Having all these flowers thrown at us
seems like a wedding trip or something. There's not nearly so much wind
to-day, and then, with this hood, my hair doesn't blow about so, anyway.
Oh, Father, I'm awful hungry! Can't we stop at the grocer's and get some
ginger-snaps and apples?"

"You've just had your breakfast, but I suppose automobile kiddies must
have something to nibble on!" So a stop was made at the grocer's, and a
supply of ginger-snaps and apples was added to their other luggage.

Mr. Hiller, the grocer, was very much interested in the motor party, and
came out himself to wish them good speed.

"I don't know what Rockwell will do without the Maynard tribe," he said;
"you youngsters keep things lively around town. And you're going to be
away a month, you say. Well, well!"

"Perhaps it's a good thing to give the town a little rest, Mr. Hiller,"
said Mr. Maynard, laughing.

"No, sir; no, sir; them children of yours never does anything vicious.
Full of mischief they may be, full of fun they may be, but never really
naughty. No, no!"

Mr. Maynard expressed a laughing appreciation of these compliments, and
then they started once more.

"Now we're really off," said King, "we won't have to stop again."

"Oh, I think most of the fun is stopping," said Marjorie; "I love to stop
and then go on again. Perhaps we can get out and pick some wild flowers
or wade in a brook."

"Not to-day," said her father, "but some days you may do that to your
heart's content. The whole trip is going to be just one long picnic, and
we're going to get all the fun out of it we possibly can."

"I think it's delicious," said Kitty, in her quiet way; "I think it's
fun enough just to glide along like this, with the blue sky shining all
over us, and the trees waving their boughs at us, and even the fences
jig-jigging along at our side."

"You're so poetical, Kitty," said Marjorie; "I love the blue sky and the
green trees too, but just now I want to see a red apple and a brown
ginger-snap!"

"Midget, I believe y