“Very well,” agreed Betty. “What do I sell?”
“Grapes,” said Lena; “but as you can’t get grapes in March, you’ll have to sell grape jelly!”
“I can get hothouse grapes,” said Betty. “But this leaves only November for Martha. What can you be, Martha—a turkey?”
“November isn’t much of anything,” said Martha. “It’s sort of uninteresting.”
“Well,” said Constance, tossing her head; “it’s the only one left.”
Betty’s eyes flashed at this, but she only said:
“All right, Martha, you take November. I’ve a good idea for it; I’ll tell you afterward. Now let’s fix up the boys. What month do you want, Jack?”
“Well, since you ask me, I’ll take January. I’m great on January.”
“All right; and we’ll ask the other boys and let them choose. Oh, I hope they’ll all do it! Won’t it be fun?”
It was fun, but it also proved to be a great deal of work. Indeed, if the grown-ups hadn’t helped them out, the young people could scarcely have carried the affair through. Grandpa Irving took a great interest in it from the beginning, and planned so many improvements and additions that the bazaar soon became a really large enterprise.