“A bazaar,” began Lena, “why, a bazaar is—it’s just a bazaar. Anybody knows what a bazaar is.”
“Oh,” said Martha, not much enlightened, but realizing that she was supposed to be.
“Lena didn’t explain it very clearly,” said Betty laughing. “I’m not sure I know the difference myself between a bazaar and a fair.”
“Neither do I,” said Constance; “I think they’re about the same, only bazaar is the new-fashioned name.”
“And a bazaar is bigger,” said Dorothy, “more elaborate, you know, with booths and flags and things like that.”
“And you dress up in costumes at a bazaar,” added Jeanette.
“Good!” cried Betty. “I love dressing up in fancy costumes. What sort do they wear?”
“Oh, sometimes all sorts of costumes, and sometimes just flower-girl dresses and things like that.”
“If you mean that sort of a fair, I read about one not very long ago that might be very nice, I think,” suggested Martha, a little timidly.
“What was it?” asked Betty, as no one else expressed any desire to know.