But they were finally all in place, and Marjorie’s float began to look really lovely. She had plenty of paper flowers to decorate with, and when the birthday came, she intended to wreathe the big cake with smilax, and festoon the sides of the float with the same pretty green.
“It isn’t such a lot of work, after all,” said Delight, as, when the noon whistle blew, the children put on their things to go home.
“Poor old Flossy Flouncy,” said King; “how can you say so? You’ve been helping everybody else so much, your own wagon is scarcely touched.”
“Oh, pooh!” said Delight, “I can finish that up this afternoon, or Monday afternoon, after school. What time is the parade, Marjorie?”
“Well, we want to start early, so as to have plenty of time for the celebration afterward. S’pose we say, leave the barn at three o’clock——”
“Oh, don’t say barn!” exclaimed Delight; “it doesn’t sound right. Say leave the——”
“Headquarters,” suggested King. “No; that sounds like a fire brigade. Leave the Castle or the Palace, I’d say.”
“All right,” said Flip; “we’ve always called this place the barn, but we’d just as lieve change. Henderson Palace it is, at your service!”
“That’s better,” said Delight, smiling at him.
“Well, then,” went on Marjorie, “we’ll leave Henderson Palace at three o’clock next Wednesday, and, with our gorgeous floats, we’ll parade down Broad Avenue to Maynard Castle—how’s that?”