"This has been the most beautiful May ever was! And a real Maynard May, because we've all been together all the time!" "May for the Maynards, and the Maynards for May," sang King, and they all repeated the line, which was one of their favorite mottoes.
"Maytime is a lovely time, anyway, isn't it, Father ?" said Marjorie.
"Yes, unless it rains," Mr.Maynard replied, smiling.
"Well, we've had awful little rain since we started," commented Marjorie; "just a little shower now and then, and that's all." "Maytime is playtime for us this year, sure enough," said her father; "I hope you children realize that these are all Ourdays, and you're piling up enough of them to last for two or three years ahead." "Oh, they don't count that way, do they ?" cried Kitty, in such dismay that her father laughed.
"Don't worry, Kitsie," he said.

"I guess we can squeeze out a few Ourdays in the future.

Meantime, enjoy your Maytime while you may." And this the Maynard family proceeded to do.

They spent several days in Boston, seeing the sights of the town, and making little excursions to the suburbs and nearby places of interest.
They visited the Public Library, and studied the wonderful paintings there.

They went to the State House, and Faneuil Hall, and Mr.Maynard showed the children so many interesting relics, and taught them so much interesting New England history that Marjorie declared he was quite as good a teacher as Miss Hart.
They spent much time in the Public Gardens and on the Common, for the Maynard children dearly loved to be out of doors, and the flowers in their masses of bloom were enchanting.
Indeed, there was so much of interest to see that Marjorie felt almost sorry when the time came to go to Cambridge for their visit at Mr.and Mrs.Bryant's.