leaved reeds, but almost immediately she
discovered it was only a rubber hose, and she laughed with the rest.

There were many greenhouses, but after they had been through most of
them, Mr. Maynard proposed that they have an early luncheon, and then go
to see the animals.

So they went to the picturesque restaurant, and the six travellers
suddenly discovered they were both tired and hungry.

"But an hour's rest and some good food will make us all over anew," said
Mr. Maynard, "and then we'll be quite ready to call on the lions and the
tigers."

"Is this Bongzoo?" asked Rosy Posy, after she had been comfortably
placed in a high chair almost like her own at home.

"Well, this is the place where they feed the animals," said her father,
"and as you're a little kitten, I suppose you'll have some milk?"

"Milk, an' meat, an' 'tatoes, an' pie, an' evvyfing," announced Rosy
Posy, folding her chubby hands to await contentedly the filling of her
comprehensive order.

Being an Ourday the children were allowed to select whatever they chose
from the _menu_, their parents, however, reserving the right of veto.

"I want roast beef," said Kitty, after scanning the more elaborate, but
unfamiliar, names.

"Oh, pshaw, Kit," said her brother, "you can have that at home! Why
don't you take something different? It's more of a treat. I choose
Supreme of Chicken."

"I don't like soup," said Kitty, innocently, and then they all laughed.

"I think I'll have lobster salad," announced Marjorie, after long study.

"I think you won't," said her father, promptly. "Nobody's to be ill this
afternoon, and that's a risky dish for little folks. Try again, sister."

Marjorie cheerfully made another perusal of the bill of fare, and at
last declared in favor of chicken hash.

This was willingly allowed, and when Kitty decided on an omelette with
jelly, her choice was also commended. Mrs. Maynard added a few wise
selections, which were for the good of all concerned, and each chose a
favorite ice-cream.

"Oh, what a good time we're having!" said Marjorie. "I do love to eat at
a restaurant."

"It is pleasant once in a while," said her father. "But for daily food,
give me my own family table."

"Yes, indeed," agreed Marjorie; "I wouldn't like to _live_ in a
restaurant."

After luncheon they visited the great "rocking-stone." The immense
rock, weighing many tons, was poised on a tiny base, and it almost
seemed as if Rosy Posy might push it