“’Course we’ll build the floats in our barn,” said Flip Henderson. “It’ll be gay. I’ll use a wheelbarrow for mine. I know just how I’ll fix it! You needn’t laugh, either. Just wait till you see it!”
Though the idea of a wheelbarrow had made them laugh at first, they quickly realized its possibilities, and, too, Flip was an ingenious boy, and would doubtless fix it up beyond all recognition. Dorothy had a doll’s carriage, which she said she would use; and Delight said she would borrow a neighbor’s baby-carriage, as that would be just right for the float she already had in mind.
“Oh, won’t it be lovely!” cried Marjorie, hugging Delight in her enthusiasm. “Shall we know about each other’s floats or keep ’em secret?”
“Oh, let’s know about ’em,” said King; “it’s more fun, and then we can help each other. I know I couldn’t make one alone.”
He looked helplessly at his sisters, and Marjorie said:
“’Course you couldn’t. We’ll make paper flowers and whatever you need. Now, let’s decide on our floats. Shall we have ’em historical?”
“Oh, no!” cried Delight; “I thought you meant just pretty ones. Mine’s going to be fairies.”
“Lovely!” exclaimed Kitty. “I’ll have mine mermaids. I saw a beautiful one in New York with mermaids.”
“Huh!” said Flip, “you can’t make mermaids, Kit; you’re crazy. How would you do it?”
“I’ll bet she can!” said King, whose faith in Kitty’s inventive genius was unbounded.