CHAPTER XX
A SPRING RAMBLE
“ONLY think!” cried Marjorie, as she sprang out of bed, “Father and Mother are coming home to-day!”
“Hooray!” cried Kitty, tumbling out of her bed at the joyful reminder. “_Won’t_ I be glad to see them, though! Aren’t we going to celebrate?”
“Not any regular celebration. It’ll be fun enough just to see them, and hear them tell about their trip.”
“Yes, indeed; so it will. And, of course, we’ll have ice cream.”
“Oh, of course; I told Ellen that, yesterday.”
A little later, two trim and tidy little Maynard girls went downstairs to the cheerful dining-room.
“Hello-morning!” cried King, meeting them on the landing. “Going to school to-day, Mops?”
“Yes, of course; why not?”
“Oh, I thought as Mother’s coming home, we might take a holiday.”
“No, I don’t want to. They don’t come till afternoon, you know, and if I hung round here all day, I’d just die waiting for ’em. Going to school will fill up the morning, anyway.”
“That’s so; say we go, then. Hello, Rosy Posy; did I ’most upset you?”
The four danced into the dining-room, where Miss Larkin and breakfast awaited them.
“I do think,” said Midget, as she ate her cereal, “that, considering we’re Maynards, we have behaved pretty well since Mother’s been away.”
“Sure we have!” agreed King; “if I get much better, I’ll spoil.”
“I’m spoiling for some mischief, as it is,” said Marjorie, with dancing eyes.
“Oh, Mops,” begged Kitty, “don’t cut up any jinks before Mother gets home.”
“Well, I won’t,” said Mops, who didn’t mean her speech as seriously as Kitty took it; “but after she gets home, I’m going to cut up the biggest jink I can think of.”
“Are you, really?” said Miss Larkin, with such a horrified expression that the three children could not help giggling.
“I dunno, Larky,” said Midge, teasingly. “P’raps I will, and p’raps I won’t. But I’ll promise to be good as pie till Mother does come; only it seems as if to-day will be a hundred years long.”
However, the morning passed rapidly enough to three Maynards, and it was not until after luncheon that they grew restless again.
“Oh, deary, deary me!” sighed Marjorie. “They can’t come until five o’clock, and now it’s only two. We can’t dress up for them until about four—’cause there’s no use dressing sooner, and getting all messy. Let’s do something or go somewhere.”
Miss Larkin hastily offered a suggestion. She well knew that when Midget grew restless and impatient, mischief was pretty likely to ensue.
“Let’s go and weed the flower boxes,” she said.
“They’re spick and span now,” said Marjorie. “We’ve weeded them every day this week, and if we pull up anything more it’ll have to be the flowers themselves. And we’ve watered them till they’re most drownded.”
“Drowned, my child,” corrected King, with a schoolmaster air.
“I don’t mean drowned—I mean drowned dead,” declared Marjorie, triumphantly.
“Pooh, if you’re drowned, you’re sure to be dead,” returned her brother.
“You’ve never been drowned, so how do you know?”
“Neither have you, so how do you know?”
“There, there, children, don’t quarrel,” said Miss Larkin, pleadingly.
“Oh, pshaw, that isn’t quarreling,” said Marjorie; “that’s only cheerful conversation; isn’t it, King?”
“Yep,” he returned, smiling good-naturedly. “We Maynards never really quarrel, we just sort of squarrel, you know.”
“That’s sort of between quarreling and squabbling,” observed Kitty.
“Right you are, Kit! You grow brighter every day, don’t you?”
Kitty beamed at her brother’s compliment, for she well knew King meant it as such.
“Let’s play games,” suggested Miss Larkin next. “Shall we play Parcheesi?”
“Too poky,” said Midget. “I want to run and jump round. Let’s go outdoors. Come with us, Miss Larkin, and take a walk?”
“Larky, Larky,” chanted King, “let’s go to the park-y, and walk till after dark-y.”
“Walk till nearly dark-y,” corrected Marjorie. “Oh, I’ll tell you what we’ll do; we’ll take a spring ramble.”
“What’s that? Something like this?” and King jumped up, and tripped across the room with affected mincing gait.
“No; it’s just a walk in the spring. But you call it a spring ramble, if you go off on the country paths, and pick some wild flowers, and wonder what the birds are.”
“Sounds good to me,” agreed King. “Come on, ladies. Only we mustn’t stay too long.”
So they set off, Miss Larkin, Rosy Posy, and all, for a spring ramble.
It proved to be just the thing to divert their attention, and though they didn’t forget the expected arrival, they became greatly engrossed in the wonders they found.
Marjorie was leader, because Miss Hart had taken her and Delight on two spring rambles already, and she knew how to look for the tiny wild flowers, that scarce showed their blossoms as yet.
“Those are marshmallows,” announced Marjorie, proud of her knowledge, as she pointed to some rather tall green stems, growing near the brook.
“Marshmallows! Huh!” cried King in disdain. “Marshmallows don’t grow on reeds!”
“I don’t mean the candy kind,” protested Marjorie. “These are a pink flower—when the flowers come—and I know they’re it, for Miss Hart told me so. I think they’re in bud.”
“Those aren’t buds, they’re last year’s seedpods,” said King.
“I don’t think so, but let’s go down and see. The principal thing you do on a spring ramble is learn things.”
They were on a high bank, and the descent to the growing things down by the brook was rather steep, and very stony.
“I can’t go down there,” declared Miss Larkin. “You children go, if you like, and Baby and I will wait up here for you.”
“No, we must all go,” said Marjorie, who was in wilful mood to-day.
“Oh, come on, Larky, dear,” wheedled King; “we’ll all take hold of hands and scamper down, just as easy as ease!”
So the five joined hands, and when King had counted, “One, two, three! Go!” they ran down the slope.
But though the stony bank was treacherous, it was nothing compared to the trouble they found on the lower level.
The impetus gained on the steep slope sent them running rapidly forward, and they found themselves stumbling in mud and mire.
“Whew!” exclaimed King, as they were stopped at last by their own clogging footsteps; “who’d have thought this was soft mud? It looked hard enough!”
Miss Larkin looked utterly disgusted. She tried to take a step forward, failed, lost her balance, and fell over against Rosy Posy, upsetting the poor child entirely. But the youngest Maynard was not one of the crying sort, and she floundered about in the mud, smiling hopefully, as she said:
“Middy; King; pick up poor Wosy Posy!”
But Midget and King were so convulsed with laughter at the comical appearance of Miss Larkin, that Rosy Posy was unheeded for the moment, and the baby good-naturedly floundered on, getting muddier at every step.
“I can’t get my feet out of this mire,” said poor Miss Larkin; “it’s like a quicksand.”
“Is it?” inquired King, with great interest; “I always wondered what a quicksand was like. But I don’t care for it much, myself,” he added, looking ruefully at his own shoes, muddied all over, and, indeed, half sunk in the ground.
“How shall we get out, King?” asked Kitty. “I think this is a horrid place.”
“Oh, we’ll get out all right,” answered King, cheerfully. “Here, this is the way to do it. Turn down these bushes, and walk on ’em, see?”
It was a good plan, only the bushes chanced to be brambly ones, and their hands were scratched and their clothes were torn in their struggle to get out of the mud.
King lifted Rosy Posy high, in an endeavor to get her over unharmed; but thinking it was all a fine game, the little one gave a wriggle of delight, and fell plump into the soft mud.
“Oh, you mud-turtle!” cried King. “Well, Rosy Posy, you’re a sight now! But it’s lucky you didn’t fall into the bramble bush.”
“And scratch out both your eyes,” added Marjorie.
“Mine _are_ about scratched out,” said Kitty, plaintively.
“Try the other bush, Kit, and scratch ’em in again,” proposed King, who was struggling manfully to carry his littlest sister and help Miss Larkin at the same time.
Well, after a time, they did get out, and were such a looking crowd as can scarcely be imagined!
But they were once more on firm pavement, and though terribly scratched up, were not seriously injured. It was a narrow escape, though, for the mire was deep, and the thorns were sharp, and a bad accident might have happened.
“You said you wanted to cut up jinks, Midget, and now you’ve done it!” said her brother.
“No more than the rest of you,” returned Midget. “Larky looks just as Jinky as any of us.”
They all turned to Miss Larkin, and then burst into laughter. She did look funny, with her hat awry, her hair out of place, a daub of mud on her cheek, and her skirts beplastered with sticky mire, and caught here and there with brambles. Somewhat to the children’s surprise, she took the disaster humorously, too.
“I don’t look a scrap worse than you four do,” she said. “But I’m thankful there are no eyes really scratched out, and no arms or legs broken; nothing but torn clothes, and dirty hands and faces, all of which can be set right in an hour or so. Now let’s scramble for home, and we’re plenty of time to get in spick and span order before your father and mother come home.”
“I’m glad it isn’t later,” said Marjorie. “Just think of their catching us looking like this!”
They went home by a back street, and fortunately met no one on the way.
As they entered their own gate, and walked up the driveway, Marjorie said:
“It reminds me of the night we walked up here with the Simpsons. Only, we’re a worse-looking crowd than they were.”
“We’re a worse-looking crowd than anybody ever was anywhere,” said King, with conviction. “Here, Rosy Posy, you walking mud-puddle, brother’ll carry you up the steps.”
Rosy Posy nestled her soft, muddy cheek against King’s equally muddy one, for she dearly loved her big brother, and liked to have him carry her now and then.
Up the steps they went, and in at the front door, and there, in the hall, stood—Mr. and Mrs. Maynard!
“Oh, Mother!” cried Marjorie; “_oh, Mother!_”
“Oh, Midget!” was the response, and then, regardless of the muddiness of Midget, and the tidiness of Mrs. Maynard, the two little arms flew round the mother’s neck, and Marjorie’s kisses left visible evidence on her mother’s pretty pink cheeks.
“It was nice of you to fix up like this to welcome us,” said Mr. Maynard, who had Rosy Posy in his arm now, and Kitty clinging to his other side.
Then muddy Kingdon was folded in his mother’s embrace, and then, somehow, everybody embraced everybody else, quite thoughtless of mud or scratches.
“But what’s it all about?” went on Mr. Maynard. “I like it—oh, don’t think I don’t like it! but—it’s a new style to me.”
“I feel that I am responsible for the children,” began Miss Larkin, and all at once Marjorie saw that Miss Larkin was painfully embarrassed at having seemingly neglected her charge.
“Not a bit of it!” declared Midget, flying to Miss Larkin’s side, and embracing the muddy lady; “it isn’t the least bit Larky’s fault! Is it, King? We went for a spring ramble——”
“And you sprang in,” interrupted her father.
“Yes, we did. And we didn’t expect you so soon, and we thought we’d get cleaned up ’fore you came. But you came sooner than we ’spected, didn’t you?”
“Yes; we caught an earlier train than I thought we could.”
“Well,” Marjorie went on, “I’m glad you did—awful glad—’cause it didn’t seem’s if I could wait for you another minute! But I’m sorry we look so ’sreputable—but we can soon get washed, you know—only, I just want to say it wasn’t Larky’s fault—not the leastest mite! She’s done the best she could to take care of us Maynards, and make us behave. But _nobody_ can make _Maynards_ behave. Can they, Father?”
“No,” said Mr. Maynard, with twinkling eyes, and a glance at his wife; “no, nobody can make Maynards behave—but Maynards!”
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By JAMES CODY FERRIS
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The cowboys of the X Bar X Ranch are real cowboys, on the job when required, but full of fun and daring—a bunch any reader will be delighted to know.
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BY THE SAME AUTHOR
_PATTY SERIES_
PATTY FAIRFIELD PATTY AT HOME PATTY IN THE CITY PATTY’S SUMMER DAYS PATTY IN PARIS PATTY’S FRIENDS PATTY’S PLEASURE TRIP PATTY’S SUCCESS PATTY’S MOTOR CAR PATTY’S BUTTERFLY DAYS
_MARJORIE SERIES_
MARJORIE’S VACATION MARJORIE’S BUSY DAYS MARJORIE’S NEW FRIEND MARJORIE IN COMMAND MARJORIE’S MAYTIME MARJORIE AT SEACOTE
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Transcriber’s Notes:
Hyphenation and spelling have been retained as in the original. Punctuation and typesetting errors have been corrected without note.
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[End of Marjorie in Command, by Carolyn Wells]