I'm not as young as I was, Miss Midget, and I'm chock-full of rheumatism." "Oh, we'd just as lieve row, Carter; King's fine at it, and I can row pretty well myself." But Kitty said: "I'm sorry you have rheumatism, Carter; I'll ask Mother to give you something for it." "Now that's kind and thoughtful of you, Miss Kitty.

Miss Mischief, here, would never think of that!" But, as Carter spoke, his eyes rested lovingly on Marjorie's merry face.
"That's so, Carter," she said, a little penitently, "but do you know, I think if you did take us rowing, it would limber up your arms so you wouldn't have rheumatism!" "Maybe that's so, Miss Mischief,--maybe that's so.

Anyway, I'll try both plans, and perhaps it'll help some.

But I hear Eliza calling you, so you'd all better skip back to the house.

It's nearly supper time." With a series of wild whoops, which were supposed to be indicative of the general joy of living, the three Maynards joined hands, with Kitty in the middle, and raced madly back to the house.
They all tried to squeeze through the back door at once, which proceeding resulted in an athletic scrimmage, and a final burst of kicking humanity into Eliza's kitchen.
"Howly saints! but ye're the noisy bunch!" was Eliza's greeting, and then she bade them hurry upstairs and tidy themselves for supper..