CHAPTER II.
A NEW PET When Mr.Maynard came home that night he was treated to an account of the whole affair, but as two or three of the little Maynards often talked at once, the effect was sometimes unintelligible.
"It was the loveliest party, Father," said Marjorie, as she hung over one arm of his chair, and arranged a somewhat large bunch of blossoms in his buttonhole.
"Yes, it was," agreed Kitty, who hung on the other arm of the chair, and investigated his coat pockets in the hope of finding a box of candy or other interesting booty.
"It sure was!" declared King, who was sitting on a footstool near, and hugging one knee with apparently intense affection.
"And what made it so especially delightful ?" asked Mr.Maynard, as he balanced Rosy Posy on his knee; "you tell me, Baby." "It was a bootiful party," said Rosy Posy, with decision, "because we had pink ice cream." "That _was_ about the best part," said Kitty, reminiscently.
"Well, the pink ice cream part sounds delightful, I'm sure; but what was the rest of the party about ?" "Oh, it was a May party," exclaimed Marjorie, "and we had May Queens, and a May King, and May Princesses, and everything! I do love May, don't you, Father?
Everything is so bright and bloomy and Maysy.

I think it is the loveliest month in the year." "Yes, it is a lovely month, Mopsy, and a good month to be out of doors.
Maytime is playtime." "Yes, I know it; I made a song this morning about that.

I'll sing it to you." And Marjorie sang for her father the little verse she had mad about Marjorie Maynard's May.
"Huh!" said King, "'tisn't your May, any more than anybody else's, Midget Maynard." "No, I know it; but I like to think the May just belongs to us Maynards.
Anyway we have it all.

It is our May even if other people use it, too." "I don't begrudge them the use of it," said Kitty; "of course, it's just as much theirs as ours." "Yes, of course," assented Marjorie; "I'm only just sort of imagining, you know." "Let me help you imagine.

Midget," said her father.