“That’s it,” he said, proudly. “I found that old bunch of statesmen up in the attic, and Mother said I could use it if I liked. Now, I say, when that dinky old wheelbarrow is all draped with a flag it’ll look pretty fine, hey?”
“Gorgeous!” said Midget, with enthusiasm. “Your float is all right, Flip. You just wind those legs and handles and the wheel with red, white, and blue bunting, and there you are!”
“Well, I thought I’d paint the wheel. Blue rim with white stars on it, and red and white spokes, hey?”
“Yes, better plan,” said King. “Stuff’ll get all twisted in the wheel. Now, here’s my express wagon, and here’s my North Pole. Who’ll help me build an Arctic Region?”
“I will,” said Delight, dropping her paper flowers into the baby-carriage. “I can do mine afterward. Let me help you, King. I know just how.”
“You’re a brick, Flossy Flouncy!” exclaimed King, as he watched Delight’s deft little fingers pile fleecy cotton batting round his North Pole in most realistic snowdrifts.
“I can’t do anything on my float to-day,” announced Kitty. “I have to get the mermaids done first, and they’re such a bother.”
“You make them too carefully,” said Dorothy, as she watched Kitty patiently sewing spangles over the green fish-tails that were to transform Rosamond’s dolls into mermaids.
“I don’t care,” said painstaking Kitty, “I like to have them nice. And Delight will help me fix the float, won’t you?”
“’Course I will. We’ll all help each other. Where’s your float, Dorothy?”