“I know I can,” said Kitty, calmly. “I’ll just take some of Rosy Posy’s dolls—her biggest ones—and then I’ll make long taily things of green silk or something, and stuff ’em with sawdust, and stick the dolls’ feet in, and sew ’em round the waist. Oh, it’ll be as easy as pie!”
“I told you so,” said King, looking proudly at his small sister. “Now, what shall I have, Kit?”
“Oh, you must think of your own subject, and then I’ll help you rig it up.”
“All right,” said King; “my float will be sort of historical, after all. I’ll have the discovery of the North Pole.”
“Fine!” exclaimed Marjorie. “I’ll help you, too! We’ll make a whole Arctic region of cotton batting, like we had at the bazaar last winter!”
“I haven’t decided on mine yet,” said Flip, who was thinking hard. “The rest of you can choose first.”
“We’ve all chosen, but Dorothy and me,” said Midget; “and I know what mine’ll be. What’s yours, Dot?”
“I guess I’ll just have flowers,” said Dorothy, timidly. She was not so energetic as the others.
“Do,” said Kitty; “you’ll be sweet as a flower girl, and your float can be all flowers, with butterflies hovering over it, on sort of strings.”
“Oh,” cried Delight, with dancing eyes, “this will be a splendid show! We ought to let more people see it!”