“Never mind that,” said Bess, briskly. “The question is: Shall we have the spread?”
“If you like,” agreed Nan.
So it was decided. With twenty-five dollars they could have a bountiful feast.
“A dollar a plate will give us a delightful supper, with salad, and ices, and all,” said Bess, who knew more about such things than Nan, for her mother entertained a great deal in Tillbury.
“But how’ll we ever get such things up to our room?” gasped Nan.
That puzzled Bess.
“And twenty-five girls would just about swamp us,” Nan added.
“Oh, dear!”
“Hire a hall?” suggested Nan, roguishly.
“Now, don’t, Nan Sherwood! You’re dreadful!” cried Bess, almost in tears as she saw her castle in the air dissolving.