et and King, who had kept account of their hundreds on a bit of
paper, began to add up, and it was soon found that Marjorie and Cousin
Jack's side had won by about two hundred points.

"Good work!" cried King. "We losers congratulate you, and beg you'll
remember that we love ice cream!"

They were following the Maynards' _big_ car, and soon both cars stopped
and all alighted and went into a beautiful hotel called
"Holly-in-the-Woods."

"Oh, how lovely!" whispered Marjorie to Kitty, as she squeezed her
sister's arm. "Isn't this fun, Kit?"

"I should say so!" returned Kitty. "The best Ourday ever!"

Then the children were whisked away to tidy up for dinner, and fresh
white frocks were found in the suitcases. Midget and Kitty tied each
other's ribbons, and soon were ready to go downstairs again. The
Bryants met them in the hall, and took them down.

"Isn't it like Fairyland!" said Marjorie, enchanted by the palms and
flowers and lights and music. She had never before been in such an
elaborate hotel, and she wanted to see it all.

They walked about, and looked at the various beautiful rooms, and then
Mr. and Mrs. Maynard came, and they all went to the dining-room.

A table had been reserved for them, and Marjorie felt very grown up and
important as the waiter pushed up her chair. After their long ride,
their appetites were quite in order to do justice to the good things put
before them, and when it was time for dessert, Cousin Jack announced
that he and Marjorie were a committee of two to select it.

"Though of course," he added, "any one who doesn't care for what we
choose is entirely at liberty to choose something else."

So the two gravely studied the menu, and kept the others in suspense
while they read over the long list. Many names were in French, but
Marjorie skipped those.

"Ice cream," Kitty kept whispering, in low but distinct stage whispers;
and at last Cousin Jack proposed to Midget that they choose what was
billed as a "Lakewood Souvenir."

Marjorie had no idea what this might be, but she agreed, for she felt
sure it was something nice.

And so it was, for it turned out to be ice cream, but so daintily put up
in a little box that it was like a present. The box was carved with
crinkly paper, and had a pretty picture of Lakewood scenery framed in
gilt on the top. After every one had eaten his ice cream, the boxes were
carried away as souvenirs.

Then they all went out and sat on the terrace while