“Well,” returned Jack, “you’re modest in your desires, aren’t you!”
“But I do want to, Jack. Think what fun it would be! Now, help me think of something, do!”
“Let me see; I can’t think of things in a minute, you know. But here’s one thing; next Friday is the first of April—you might play an April Fool Joke.”
“Oh, yes,” cried Betty, gleefully, “that’s just the thing! Anything is allowable on April Fool’s Day. Now, what shall it be?”
“Betty, if you want a really fine affair, we must give some thought to it. Neither do we want any simple joke that we’d make up ourselves. But let’s try something classic. Now there’s an old story called ‘Trajan’s Jest,’ or somebody’s, and I’ll look it up, and perhaps we can adapt it to modern times.”
“Oh, Jack, I don’t want any old Roman performance, with togas and sandals!”
“No, goosey, not that. But just wait till I think it all out. Oh, Betty, it’ll be fine! Just you wait!”
So Betty waited while Jack looked into some reference books, and when he found what he wanted, they soon had their heads together over the volume. After an hour of reading, chattering, laughing, and planning, Jack said:
“And so, you see, it’s all clear sailing, if you girls can only carry it out in the right way.”
“Oh, we can!” cried Betty. “Dorothy is so very dramatic, and Jeanette will be lovely in her part. Mine is the hardest.”