“Jiminy Crickets!” cried King, “you do beat all, Kit! ’Course we’ll have floats—gay ones, you bet!”
Marjorie’s eyes shone, as her imagination ran riot.
“We’ll get all the Jinks Club in it,” she said, “and we’ll each have a float. How shall we make the floats, Kit?”
“Oh, easy enough,” said that capable young person, with a toss of her head. “You just take an express wagon, or a doll’s carriage, or anything on wheels——”
“A soap box?” broke in King.
“Yes, a soap box—anything you can drag, you know. And then you decorate it all up fancy, like the big floats were.”
“Oh, Kitty!” cried Marjorie in rapture, “it will be perfectly elegant! Paper flowers and flags and bunting—oh!”
It was a grand scheme. Of course, it was all in honor of Miss Larkin’s birthday, but incidentally the Jinksies bid fair to get their own fun out of it, too.
“We’ll have a meeting of the Jinks Club to-morrow,” said Marjorie, “and we’ll have it over at Delight’s, so Miss Larkin won’t hear what we say. Do we all parade with these floats?”
“Yes,” said Kitty, who was always director of a costume party. “We must all dress up, you know, and then drag our float behind us, or push it, if it’s a doll’s carriage.”