"Next week, Wednesday." "Well, that's a good day to have fun; and an especially good day for a racket.

What shall we do, kiddies ?" "Do you mean for us to choose ?" asked Marjorie.
"No, Mehitabel; you suggest, and I'll choose.

You think of the very nicest sort of celebrations you know, and I'll select the nicest of them all." "Well," said Midget, thoughtfully, "there's a party or a picnic.

How many people do you mean, Cousin Jack?
And do you mean children or grown-ups ?" "Now I feel aggrieved, and insulted, and chagrined, and many other awful things!" Cousin Jack looked so woe-begone that they almost thought him in earnest.

"You _know_, Mehitabel, that I'm but a child myself! I'm not a grown-up, and I never will be!" "That's so!" laughed his wife.
"And so, us children will have a celebration of the children, for the children, and by the children! How many perfectly good children do you know down here ?" "Not many," said King; "hardly any, in fact, except the Sand Club." "The Sand Club! That sounds interesting.