“Say we do!” said Flip. “Let’s parade all the way down Broad Avenue from our house to yours. Everybody will be glad to look at us!”
“I rather guess they will!” declared King. “All right, we’ll do that, and we’ll have Miss Larkin waiting for us on our verandah, and all march up in great style. Then, of course, you Jinksies will all come in to the celebration feast.”
“I s’pose we’ll have a Birthday Cake,” suggested Kitty.
“That’s going to be my float!” interrupted Marjorie. “I’ve just thought of it. A great, big cake, like a Jack Horner Pie, you know. And candles on it, and icing; and presents and things inside! Ellen will help me make it. I mean a great big one, as big as a barrel top. Then on an express wagon, or something like that, and decorated, it will be a float.”
“Fine!” agreed King. “If Larky doesn’t like her birthday this year, it won’t be our fault, will it?”
After some more animated discussion of the wonderful project, the Jinksies had their usual light refection of cookies and lemonade, and then departed for their homes.
“Meet in Henderson’s barn, at nine o’clock, to-morrow morning,” said King, as they separated. “Bring your doll-carts, girls, and Delight, if you can’t borrow Mrs. Phillips’ baby-carriage, I’ll fix you up a float. She may want it for her baby’s use, you know.”
“Well, I’ll see, King. I think she’ll let me have it, though.”
The laughing crowd went across the street, and then separated again as the Maynards turned in at their own gateway.