“Laurels,” suggested Pennie doubtfully.
“No, no,” said Nancy, “you know what I mean. I’ve heard you read about them to Miss Grey in history.”
“Canopies,” said Pennie after deep thought. But that was wrong too. Nancy bit her lips with impatience.
“It’s something to do with an arch,” she said, “only there’s another word before it.”
“I know,” said Pennie, “you mean a triumphant arch.”
“That’s it,” exclaimed Nancy with great relief. “Well, why couldn’t we make a triumphant arch over the white gate for them to drive under?”
Pennie approved of this.
“If the boys would help,” she added; “you and I couldn’t do it alone, we shouldn’t have time. And besides we should want their hammers and things.”
“We must ask them at once,” said Nancy springing up. “They must be tired of staring at that stupid museum.”
The boys were quite ready, for there really was nothing more to do to the museum, and they were glad of a change. The next person to be appealed to was Andrew, but here came an unexpected difficulty. Andrew would not allow a single twig to be cut while master was away.