"I was thinking of the opportunities down," Ruth answered.
It was several days after this that the young party drifted together again, on the Westover lawn. A plan was discussed. Mrs. Van Alstyne had walked over with Olivia and Adelaide Marchbanks, and it was she who suggested it.
"Why don't you have regular practisings," said she, "and then a meeting, for this and the archery you wanted to get up, and games for a prize? They would do nicely together."
Olivia Marchbanks drew up a little. She had not meant to launch the project here. Everything need not begin at Westover all at once.
But Dakie Thayne broke in.
"Did you think of that?" said he. "It's a capital idea."
"Ideas are rather apt to be that," said Adelaide Marchbanks. "It is the carrying out, you see."
"Isn't it pretty nearly carried out already? It is only to organize what we are doing as it is."
"But the minute you do organize! You don't know how difficult it is in a place like this. A dozen of us are not enough, and as soon as you go beyond, there gets to be too much of it. One doesn't know where to stop."
"Or to skip?" asked Harry Goldthwaite, in such a purely bright, good-natured way that no one could take it amiss.