But her father told her that on their return from Cambridge they could, if they wished, spend a few more days in Boston.
And so, one afternoon, the Maynards drove away from the hotel in their car, and crossed the Charles River to Cambridge.
The Bryants' home was a fine, large estate not far from Harvard College.
"Another college!" exclaimed Marjorie, as they passed the University Buildings.

"Can we go through this one, Father, as we did through Yale ?" "Yes," said Mr.Maynard, "and then King can make a choice of which he wants to attend." "I think I know already," returned King; "but I won't tell you yet, for I may change my mind." As they turned in at the gateway of the Bryants' home they found themselves on a long avenue, bordered with magnificent trees.

This led to the house, and on the veranda their host and hostess stood awaiting them.
"You dear people! I'm so glad to see you; jump right out, and come in," exclaimed Mrs.Bryant, as the car stopped.

She was a pretty, vivacious little lady, with cordial hospitality beaming from her gray eyes, and Mr.
Bryant, a tall, dark-haired man, was no less enthusiastic in his greetings.
"Hello, Ed," he cried.

"Mighty glad to see you here! Hope we can give you a good time! I know we can make it pleasant for you grownups, but it's the kiddies I'm thinking about.