They stared at her silently, and she was disappointed. She had the plan so clearly in her own mind, she thought it must be plain to them all.
“Yes, animals,” Jess repeated. “You know all the people who go to Hallowe’en parties dress like clowns and gypsies and dancing girls and Brownies, and like that. Well, at our party, why couldn’t we come dressed like—like chickens and pigs and things?”
A shout of laughter interrupted her.
“Ward would make a handsome pig,” said Artie, a little unkindly.
Ward was a very fat boy, with a round, good-natured face that flushed at the slightest exertion. He couldn’t run two blocks without getting out of breath.
“I’ll be a pig,” said Ward now, “if you’ll be the goat.”
Artie reached for him and they went over on the rug in one of their friendly tussles. Mrs. Williamson had given them the dining-room to meet in, and had told them to have “all the fun you want.”
“I’m going to be a chicken,” announced Jess, fearful that some one else might want to take her character. “I thought of it yesterday when we were watching Mrs. Pepper feed her chickens.”
“Where will you get the feathers?” asked the practical Margy.
“Oh, there must be feathers somewhere,” said Jess, carelessly. “I’ll fix that part all right.”