Again the Maynards stood in a group to receive the good-byes, and every child expressed thanks for the afternoon's pleasure in a formal phrase, and curtsied, and went away.
When they had all gone, the Maynard children looked at each other, wondering what to do next.
"You may go up to the billiard room and play, if you like," said Grandma, benignly.

"You will not want any other supper to-night, I'm sure; so you may play up there until bedtime." Rosy Posy was carried away by the nurse, but the three other children started for the billiard room.

Marjorie, however, turned back to say, "We all thank you, Grandma Maynard, for the party you gave us." Kitty and King murmured some sort of phrase that meant about the same thing, but as they had not enjoyed the party at all they didn't make their thanks very effusive, and then the three walked decorously upstairs.

But once inside the billiard room, with the door shut, they expressed their opinions.
"That was a high old party, wasn't it ?" said King.
"The very worst ever!" declared Kitty.

"I never got so tired of anything in my life, as I did listening to that entertaining person, or whatever they call her." "It _was_ an awful poky party," said Marjorie, "but I think we ought to give Grandma credit for meaning to give us pleasure.