All day Saturday the members of the Jinks Club were busy making their “floats.” Delight came in triumph, pushing a wicker baby-carriage ahead of her.
“Mrs. Phillips let me have it,” she said, “because she says the baby uses the go-cart ’most all the time now, anyway.”
In the carriage she had many rolls of tissue paper, and a big bundle of tarlatan, and gilt paper and wands, and all sorts of fascinating things. Delight loved to cut and paste, and long before the others began their work, she had flung off hat and coat, and was singing to herself as she made pink and white paper roses.
Kitty, too, was industrious, and she sat in a corner and sewed mermaids’ tails diligently, but she was able to do her share of the talking as well.
“What’s your float going to be, Flip?” she asked, not very clearly, by reason of some pins between her teeth.
“Now, don’t you all laugh at me,” began Flip, looking a little uncertain, “but as King says his float is historical, mine’s going to be, too. Mine’s the ‘Declaration of Independence.’ ”
“Laugh!” exclaimed Kitty; “I should say we wouldn’t! Why, that’ll be grand, Flip. How are you going to do it?”
“Well; it’s all done—that is, it’s partly done. I haven’t fixed up the wheelbarrow yet.”
It was hard not to laugh at Flip—he was so earnest, and yet so humorous of face.
“Wait, I’ll show you,” he said; and then, from an adjoining room in the barn, he wheeled in a broad, old-fashioned wheelbarrow, on which sat a Roger’s Group!