But these facts are to be accepted, not criticised, and I want you to remember, once for all, that you're not to say anything further disrespectful or unkind about your grandparents.

And I think I know you well enough to know that you'll understand and obey these instructions without any more scolding on my part." "We will, Fathery," said Midget, pounding on his arm with her little fists, by way of affectionate emphasis.
"Yes, we will!" agreed King, heartily.

"And so now let's cut it out and have a good time." And have a good time they did.

Swiftly traversing the upper part of New York City, they continued along delightful roads; sometimes passing through towns, sometimes getting views of the shining waters of Long Island Sound, and sometimes travelling through the green, open country.
Partly because of the repression of the past few days, and partly because of the exhilaration of the fresh spring air and the fast speeding motor, the four young Maynards were in a state of hilarity.

They sang and they shouted and they laughed, and often they would grab each other with affectionate squeezes from sheer joy of living.
"I guess we couldn't let old Mopsy go out of this bunch!" exclaimed King, as with a clever agility he pulled off both Midget's hair-ribbons at once.
This called for retaliation, and in a flash, Marjorie tweaked off his necktie.
Nobody knew exactly the particular fun in this performance, for it only meant an immediate readjustment of the same ribbons, but it was a frequent occurrence, and usually passed unnoticed.
"And old Mopsy couldn't stay away from this bunch, either," returned Marjorie, in response to her brother's remark.