Many names were in French, but Marjorie skipped those.
"Ice cream," Kitty kept whispering, in low but distinct stage whispers; and at last Cousin Jack proposed to Midget that they choose what was billed as a "Lakewood Souvenir." Marjorie had no idea what this might be, but she agreed, for she felt sure it was something nice.
And so it was, for it turned out to be ice cream, but so daintily put up in a little box that it was like a present.

The box was carved with crinkly paper, and had a pretty picture of Lakewood scenery framed in gilt on the top.

After every one had eaten his ice cream, the boxes were carried away as souvenirs.
Then they all went out and sat on the terrace while the elders had coffee.

The three children did not drink coffee, so they were allowed to run around the grounds a little.
"How long are we going to stay here ?" asked Kitty.
"Till to-morrow afternoon, I think," replied King.

"I heard Father say he thought he'd do that." "I think it's beautiful," said Midget, "but I'd just as lieve be riding, wouldn't you, Kit ?" "Oh, I don't care.