“There are two express wagons down cellar,” said King; “Rosy Posy’s, and the one that used to be mine when I was a kid.”
From the dignity of his fourteen years, King looked back at his toy express wagon with disdain. But viewed as a “float,” it was a different matter.
“We’ll have to decorate the floats somewhere else besides here,” said Marjorie. “For if we set out to keep it secret from Miss Larkin, let’s do it.”
“All right; I guess Flip Henderson’s father will let us work on ’em in their barn. They only use the garage now, and the barn is pretty much empty.”
“Where’ll we get the other three floats?” asked Marjorie. “Our two express wagons, and Rosy Posy’s doll-carriage are all we have.”
“Dorothy has a doll-carriage,” said Kitty, “and Flip can find some sort of a rig.”
“Oh, yes,” said King. “We can fix up something, if it’s only a box on wheels; and then you girls can decorate it.”
“Shall we each make one float, or all make all of ’em?” asked Marjorie, who was thinking out details.
“Both,” said Kitty, enigmatically; “I mean, we’ll each plan out our own, and make it; and then, if we can help each other, we will.”
“I don’t know how the others will like it,” observed King; “they’ll be doing all this work for us, really.”