Now I'll tell you, Father, what to do.

You make a little song for us, while I eat this apple.

A kind of a little motor song, you know." So while Marjorie ate her apple, and the other children engaged in the same pursuit, Mr.Maynard made a little song for them.
This was a favorite game of the Maynards.

Father Maynard had a knack of turning off verses, and they usually sang them to some well-known air, or perhaps made up a little crooning tune of their own.
So when the apples were finished and the cores flung away, Mr.Maynard lined out his little song, and the children quickly learned it.
After two or three attempts they were able to sing it correctly, and they stowed it away in their memory as one of their favorite songs, and at intervals throughout the day their young voices filled the air with these sentiments: "Very happy the Maynards are; Taking a tour in their motor car Gaily to Grandma's lickety-split Marjorie, Rosamond, Kingdon, and Kit Mothery, fathery, also along,-- Gaily we sing our motor car song! Hooray, hooray! For our holiday May for the Maynards! Maynards for May!".