"We must draw up a programme, and carry it out," said Trot, waving one arm, as she had seen her father do, when he had made the same remark down-stairs.
Toddles stared; he felt very much impressed, though he did not know in the least what Trot meant.
"And the circus will be the programme," continued Trot, drawing a dirty, crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket. "I will write it down on this. They will come at four o'clock."
"Oh, they'll come before that," objected Toddles. "You put 'Tea at 4' on the letters, and they are sure to come in plenty of time for tea. I should, because of the two kinds of jam, you know."
"Never mind," said Trot; "we can't do anything before tea, so the first thing to put down is 4 Tea;" and she wrote the word in big printing letters.
Toddles watched her silently.
"After tea will come the circus," said Trot. "I wonder how you spell circus?"
"But will mother let us have the circus?" said Toddles. "There won't be room in here for all the horses and clowns, and ladies we saw the other day."
"THERE WAS ... A SMASH"