âYes; even us,â repeated her brother. âAnd how are we arranged for? Left in charge of Larkin! Old Loony Larkin!â âHush, King, thatâs disrespectful,â said Marjorie, laughing in spite of herself. âWell, she is old; and she is Larkin; and I think sheâs loony!â âBut you mustnât say so, if you do,â persisted Marjorie. âIndeed you mustnât,â said Mrs. Maynard, coming into the living room where the three children were holding an indignation meeting. âIâm ashamed of you, King!â âAw, Mother, forgive me this once, and I wonât ever say such a thing again till next time.â Kingdon sidled up to his mother, and nestled his cheek against hers in such a cajoling way, that Mrs. Maynard smiled, and forbore further reproof just then. âBut, dearies all,â she went on, âyou mustnât take such an attitude toward Miss Larkin; sheâs good and kind and will look after you nicely till I return.â âLarkin, Larkin, âAll the time a-barkinâ,â chanted King, pinching his motherâs lips together, so she couldnât reprimand him ...