ght ye cuddent make
cake. Now, why did ye thry, an' put all in such a pother? Belikes ye
want to make me throuble."

"No, Ellen," said Kitty, smiling at her. "I didn't do it purposely for
that. I thought it would be good. You see, I did make it once, and it
was good."

"Ah, go 'long wid yez,--all of yez! Shure I'll be afther clanin' up. An'
niver a shcold I'll shcold yez if ye'll kape outen o' my kitchen afther
this."

"Good for you, Ellen!" shouted King. "I thought you'd raise a row! Nice
Ellen, good Ellen! Good-bye, Ellen!"

"Good-bye, ye bad babies! I'll make ye some tea-cakes now as ye can
eat!"

"Isn't she a duck!" exclaimed Kitty.

"Oh, that's 'cause you're sort of company. If you hadn't been here, and
we'd done that she'd have tuned up, all right!"

This was King's opinion, and Marjorie agreed with him. "We never go in
the kitchen," she said. "I guess Ellen was so surprised she didn't know
_what_ to say."

"Well," said Kitty, quite undisturbed by the circumstances, "you see, at
Grandma's, Eliza helps me, and sort of superintends what I put in."

"Yes, I see," said King. "Now you do a lot of cooking after you get back
there, Kit, and try to learn your recipes better."

Kitty laughed and promised, and then the three children wandered into
the dining-room to see what their elders were doing.

"Can't we start at once?" Cousin Ethel was saying. "Oh, here are the
kiddies now! Come in, you three blessings in disguise! Do you want to go
on a jamboree?"

"What's that?" asked Kitty.

"Oh, a lovely motor ride, with two cars, and stay all night, and lots of
lovely things like that!"

"Oh, goody!" cried Marjorie. "Are we really going? Mother's been talking
about a trip like that!"

"I guess we will," said Mr. Maynard. "We haven't had an Ourday for some
time. How would you like to take the opportunity for one while we have
Kitty-girl among us?"

"Gorgiferous! Gay!" cried Marjorie, and King threw his cap high in the
air and caught it deftly on his head.

"When do we start?"

"As soon as we can get off," said Mr. Maynard, looking at his watch.
"Scamper, you kiddies, and get into appropriate rigs."

"Oh, what fun!" cried Marjorie, as they flew upstairs. "What shall we
wear, Mothery?"

"You'll find your frocks laid out in your rooms," said Mrs. Maynard, who
was prepared for this question. "Then put on your motor coats and take
your motor bonnets with you,--but you needn't wear them unless you
choose."