“It doesn’t seem possible,” Rosie reiterated dreamily, although she was vigorously shaking the popper, “that next Sunday night means Charlestown again, and Monday morning, horrid school once more. How shall we ever get used to being kept indoors? I shall stifle. I shall miss everything--oh dreadfully. But the thing I shall miss most is my lovely little room, out-of-doors. Oh no, it isn’t that,” she contradicted herself, “the thing I shall miss most is the cave. Everything that happens to us is like a story book; but the cave is most like a story book of all. Oh how sorry I was when we came to the end of it! I did so hope it would be a Mammoth Cave with a great big river in it and fish without eyes and chambers with stalactites and stalagmites.” “If it had been,” Tyma Burle said shrewdly, “people would have been coming all the time to look at it and it wouldn’t be our cave any longer. I have enjoyed tennis most of anything,” Tyma went on. “I think it is the greatest game in the world.” “I don’t wonder you like tennis,” Laura exclaimed, “when you can beat everybody at it. Oh, how mad it still makes me to think that when I’ve been playing tennis for two years that Tyma has to give himself a handicap when he plays with me.” Everybody laughed. They were always amused by the spectacle on the tennis court of Laura’s rages when Tyma beat her so easily. “I have enjoyed the deer most,” Arthur declared. This specification of enjoyment had developed to a game now. Arthur went on. “Having those deer about is the most like Robin Hood of anything I’ve ever known. It’s like stories you read in Kipling and Stevenson. When I come across a group of them in the woods, I feel--well I give it up--I don’t know how I feel.” “I know what Dicky enjoys most,” Maida said. “What?” Dicky demanded. “The white peacocks.” Dicky admitted it. “But the swimming and the canoeing and the tennis, too,” he added as though a little jealous for these new sports of his. “But of course the white peacocks most-- Well, if Arthur thinks the deer are like adventure stories I think the peacocks are like all the fairy stories in the world come true. What do you enjoy most, Maida?” Maida thought carefully. “Everything! Having all of you here.” “Oh but what special thing, Maida?” Rosie pleaded. “There’s always one thing you like better than others.” “Betsy’s badness, then,” Maida admitted. “I’ve never laughed so much in all my life as at the things Betsy does. You see when I was a little girl, I was so sick that I never did anything really naughty but Betsy--Oh she’s such fun!” “I’ve enjoyed the keeping house part most,” Laura stated with enthusiasm. “I never had the chance before to cook all the things I wanted in a real kitchen--and dust rooms--and arrange things--and put the flowers about. I just love setting the table for Sunday night supper.”