The girls praise my dishes, but still—
I cannot tell why—
After eating my pie
They always are awfully ill.
Chorus.
“That’s a fine chorus; let’s practise it now,” said Marjorie. So Helen played her banjo, and the girls all sang until, to their great surprise, they found it was dinner-time.
CHAPTER X
THE PLAY’S THE THING
ONCE started, the play monopolized all the interest and attention of the club.
Aunt Molly was called over and the great project was laid before her.