“Now, isn’t that just like Ash?” said Ran; “he always wants everything down in black and white.”
“Best way,” Ashby answered, “then there’s sure to be no mistake. What first? I suppose we ought to have some sort of feed to make it jollier.”
“And some kind of stunt besides fireworks,” specified Hartley.
“Come, Nan, you and Jo are the ingenious ones; stir up your brains and give us a programme,” demanded Ran.
“Speeches,” suggested Nan. “You can be one of the orators, Ran; it will get your hand in. Jo can do one of her funny monologues.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. Can’t you leave me out?” Jo began to protest.
“Oh, yes, of course you will. Come on, Jo.” Voices urged her on every side, and she gave in.
“Pity we couldn’t have the phonograph again for some music,” said Hartley, “but there isn’t time. You might give us a banjo solo, Ash.”
“And Ran can sing some coon songs; he’s great at that.” Mary Lee suggested this.
“What’s the matter with a sort of minstrel show? We needn’t black up,” proposed Ran.