Excerpt: "e;Kayuna was the loveliest home in the world. At least, the Ward children said so. The family usually went out of the city as soon as the children's schools closed, in June, and stayed in the country till quite the first of October. Kayuna was also the name of a brook that danced gayly through the lower part of the grounds of the summer home, and that was a never-failing delight to the children. The house itself was wide, old-fashioned and roomy, with such a splendid great garret as you never saw before, for rainy days. Do you want to know how many Wards there were? Well, let me count. Of course, first to be mentioned came Doctor papa, and dear, beautiful mamma, who was never very strong. Then there was Donald, who was seventeen, and a big fellow, as well, and Marjorie, who was two years younger, but who already began to give herself grown-up airs. Eunice was next, nearly twelve. Then came Cricket, the "e;middleman."e; They never knew whether to take her with the older ones, or leave her at home with the small fry. Donald would call her "e;trundlebed trash,"e; to her great indignation. Her name was really Jean, but she was such a chirpy, cheery little soul, that Cricket seemed just to suit her. Below her were the six-year-old twins; and, lastly, baby Kenneth, everybody's pet, who was nearly three."e;

Excerpt: "e;Kayuna was the loveliest home in the world. At least, the Ward children said so. The family usually went out of the city as soon as the children's schools closed, in June, and stayed in the country till quite the first of October. Kayuna was also the name of a brook that danced gayly through the lower part of the grounds of the summer home, and that was a never-failing delight to the children. The house itself was wide, old-fashioned and roomy, with such a splendid great garret as you never saw before, for rainy days. Do you want to know how many Wards there were? Well, let me count. Of course, first to be mentioned came Doctor papa, and dear, beautiful mamma, who was never very strong. Then there was Donald, who was seventeen, and a big fellow, as well, and Marjorie, who was two years younger, but who already began to give herself grown-up airs. Eunice was next, nearly twelve. Then came Cricket, the "e;middleman."e; They never knew whether to take her with the older ones, or leave her at home with the small fry. Donald would call her "e;trundlebed trash,"e; to her great indignation. Her name was really Jean, but she was such a chirpy, cheery little soul, that Cricket seemed just to suit her. Below her were the six-year-old twins; and, lastly, baby Kenneth, everybody's pet, who was nearly three."e;