"Milk, an' meat, an' 'tatoes, an' pie, an' evvyfing," announced Rosy Posy, folding her chubby hands to await contentedly the filling of her comprehensive order. Being an Ourday the children were allowed to select whatever they chose from the _menu_, their parents, however, reserving the right of veto. "I want roast beef," said Kitty, after scanning the more elaborate, but unfamiliar, names. "Oh, pshaw, Kit," said her brother, "you can have that at home! Why don't you take something different? It's more of a treat. I choose Supreme of Chicken." "I don't like soup," said Kitty, innocently, and then they all laughed. "I think I'll have lobster salad," announced Marjorie, after long study. "I think you won't," said her father, promptly. "Nobody's to be ill this afternoon, and that's a risky dish for little folks. Try again, sister." Marjorie cheerfully made another perusal of the bill of fare, and at last declared in favor of chicken hash. This was willingly allowed, and when Kitty decided on an omelette with jelly, her choice was also commended. Mrs. Maynard added a few wise selections, which were for the good of all concerned, and each chose a favorite ice-cream. "Oh, what a good time we're having!" said Marjorie. "I do love to eat at a restaurant." "It is pleasant once in a while," said her father. "But for daily food, give me my own family table." "Yes, indeed," agreed Marjorie; "I wouldn't like to _live_ in a restaurant." After luncheon they visited the great "rocking-stone." The immense rock, weighing many tons, was poised on a tiny base, and it almost seemed as if Rosy Posy might push it over, so unstable did it look. But indeed she couldn't, nor any of the others, though it was said that a pressure of fifty pounds could make the great stone rock on its base. "And now," said Mr. Maynard, "we're really getting into the Zoo part of our day. This, Rosy Posy, is your Bongzoo, and first of all here are the bears." Delightedly all the children viewed the bears. The great creatures seemed so mild and gentle, and played with one another in such kittenish fashion, that even Rosy Posy felt no fear of them. There were various species, from the big grizzlies to the little brown cinnamon bears, and all waddled about in a state of comfortable fatness, or lay in the sun and slept peacefully. The lions and tigers were far less placid. They stalked up and down their small cages, and now and then growled or roared as if very weary of their long and solitary confinement. "He wants to come out," said Rosy Posy, of a particularly big and ferocious-looking lion. "Let him out, Father, he wants to play wiv us." "Oh! I think I'd better not, Baby. He might run away and forget to come back." "No," insisted the child; "I'll put my arms round him, an' make him stay wiv me." "We won't have time now, Rosy Posy," said King. "We're going on now to see the panthers and wolves. Come along with brother."