"What do you want me to do ?" "Well, you must obey us implicitly! King is Father, and I'm Mother, and you four are our children; Helen and Ed, and Ethel and Jack, your names are! Oh, what fun! King, what shall we do first ?" "Hear their lessons, I guess.

Now, my dears, I know it's vacation, but you really ought to study a little each day, to keep your minds from rusting out." This was a favorite speech of Mrs.Maynard's, and as King quoted it, with a twinkle in his eye, it was recognized at once, at least, by the four Maynards.
"All right," cried Marjorie, dancing about in excitement, "sit in a row, children.

Why, Ed, your hands are a sight! Go at once, and wash them, my boy, and never appear before me again with such an untidy appearance!" Mr.Maynard obediently left the room, and when he returned a few moments later, his hands were immaculately clean.

Also, he was munching a cooky, apparently with great delight.
"Give me one!" demanded Cousin Jack.
"And me!" "And me!" begged both the ladies, trying to act like eager children.

Mr.Maynard drew more cookies from his pockets and gave them to the others, not, however, including King and Marjorie.
"Now, children, finish your cookies, but don't drop crumbs on the floor," said Midget, choking with laughter at Cousin Jack, who was cramming large bits of his cake into his mouth.
"Please, Mother, may I go and get a drink of water ?" he mumbled.
"Yes, Jack, go.