“Yes; take a big sheet of pasteboard first, and then stick everything on it.”
“Yes, that’s what I mean. Then bits of evergreen for trees, and perhaps real flowers, growing in little bits of pots.”
“Oh, it will be lovely! Dick, you’re splendid to think of it all!”
The twins joined hands and jumped up and down, as was their custom when greatly pleased with each other. Then the aunties came in, and they all went to breakfast.
The children told their plan for the yard around the house, and the ladies agreed that it would be lovely.
“I’ll help you to make a pond, Dickie,” said Aunt Penninah, “like one I had when I was a little girl. That dates farther back than Aunt Rachel’s childhood.”
“How do you make a pond?” asked Dick, not much interested in comparative dates of past Danas.
“We must get a piece of mirror,—without a frame, you know,—and put it in the middle of your grass plot, and then put pretty stones or shells round the edge of the mirror, and it looks just like water.”
“And little tin ducks on it,” shouted Dick, “like a real pond! Oh, Auntie, that will be tip-top!”
“And I’ll make you a pond on the other side of your house,” put in Aunt Abbie, “of real water. In a big flat pan, you know; and little sprigs of fern all round the edge.”