"It's a capital idea," agreed Mrs. Morton. "You'd better ask
Grandfather again for a wagon and go around and collect the things that
have been promised. You don't want to bother people to send them over
themselves."
Every one worked with vigor during the last few days before the
festival, for the renovating of old furniture takes more time than any
one ever expects it to. The results were so satisfactory, however,
that neither the boys nor the girls gave a thought to their tired hands
and backs when evening brought them release from their labors.
The great day was clear, and, for the last of June, cool. Every plan
worked out well and every helper appeared at the moment he was wanted.
The box seats and tables, superintended by Ethel Brown and served by
half a dozen friends all wearing white dresses and pink aprons, bloomed
rosily on the veranda. Under the large rose Delia and Ethel Blue,
dressed in pink, sold fancy articles. Dorothy, sitting "under the
rose" in the rose jungle, and dressed like a moss rose, with a filmy
green tunic draping her pink frock, described brilliant futures to
laughing inquirers.
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