use, and gathered in the big living-room
to discuss the situation.

"It does seem too bad to have it rain on a Saturday," said Cousin Ethel,
looking regretfully out of the window.

"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day," chanted Midget, drumming
on the pane with her finger tips.

"Oh, if I were a kiddy, I shouldn't mind it," said Cousin Jack,
teasingly, to Marjorie. "There are lots of things you can play. But us
poor grown-ups have no fun to look forward to but motoring, and now we
can't do that."

"Oh, if I were a grown-up, _I_ shouldn't mind it," said Midget, laughing
back at him. "Grown-ups can do anything they like, but kiddies have to
do as they're told."

"Ah, yes," and Cousin Jack sighed deeply, "but we have sorrows and cares
that you know nothing of."

"Yes," returned Marjorie, "and _we_ have sorrows and cares that _you_
know nothing of! I'd like you to change places with us for a day, and
see----"

"All right, we will!" exclaimed Cousin Jack. "That's a fine game! For
to-day, we grown-ups will be the children and you and King can play
mother and father to us!"

"Oh, what larks!" cried King. "Let's begin right away! Will you,
Mother?"

Mrs. Maynard laughed. "I'll try it," she said, "but not for all day. Say
till afternoon."

"Well, till five o'clock this afternoon," suggested Marjorie; "will you,
Father, will you?"

"I'll play any game the rest play," said good-natured Mr. Maynard. "What
do you want me to do?"

"Well, you must obey us implicitly! King is Father, and I'm Mother, and
you four are our children; Helen and Ed, and Ethel and Jack, your names
are! Oh, what fun! King, what shall we do first?"

"Hear their lessons, I guess. Now, my dears, I know it's vacation, but
you really ought to study a little each day, to keep your minds from
rusting out."

This was a favorite speech of Mrs. Maynard's, and as King quoted it,
with a twinkle in his eye, it was recognized at once, at least, by the
four Maynards.

"All right," cried Marjorie, dancing about in excitement, "sit in a row,
children. Why, Ed, your hands are a sight! Go at once, and wash them, my
boy, and never appear before me again with such an untidy appearance!"

Mr. Maynard obediently left the room, and when he returned a few moments
later, his hands were immaculately clean. Also, he was munching a cooky,
apparently with great delight.

"Give me one!" demanded Cousin Jack.

"And me!" "And me!" begged both the ladies, tryi