I believe Jack enjoys you children more than he does any of his friends of his own age." "Jack's just like a boy," said Mrs.Maynard, "and I think he always will be.

He's like Peter Pan,--never going to grow up." And it did seem so.

After the bath, Mr.Bryant marched the children down to the pier for ice cream.
Mrs.Maynard remonstrated a little, but she was informed that Fourth of July only came once a year, and extra indulgences were in order.
So King and Midget and Cousin Jack went gayly along the long pier that ran far out into the ocean.

On either side were booths where trinkets and seaside souvenirs were sold, and Cousin Jack bought a shell necklace for Midget, and a shell watch-fob for King.
Then he ordered a dozen little tin pails sent to his own house.
"For my picnic," he explained, as Midget looked at him wonderingly.
"It's to be a sand-pail picnic, you know." As they neared the ice-cream garden, Marjorie noticed a forlorn-looking little boy, near the entrance.

So wistful did he look, that she turned around to look at him again.
"Who's your friend, Mehitabel ?" said Mr.Bryant, seeing her glance.
"Oh, I don't know, Cousin Jack!" she cried, impulsively; "but he seems so poor and lonesome, and we're all so happy.