“I’ll tell you,” said King; “let’s put flowers in her room! Mother would like us to do that.”
“All right,” said Midget, but without enthusiasm; “only I meant something bigger. Something that would take us all the morning. We could put a bouquet of flowers up there in five minutes.”
“But I don’t mean just a bouquet,” explained King. “I mean a lot of flowers—decorate it all up, you know.” Marjorie brightened, and Kitty displayed a cordial interest.
“Wreaths and garlands,” went on King, drawing on his imagination, “and a ‘Welcome’ in big letters.”
“Fine!” cried Kitty, who loved to decorate; “and festoons and streamers and flags.”
“All right, come on!” said Midget. “Let’s give her a rousing good welcome. It’ll please her, and it will please Mother when we tell her.”
“But what shall we make our wreaths and garlands of?” asked Kitty, who was always the first to see the practical side.
“That’s so,” said King, “there isn’t a flower in the garden.” As it was only the second week in March, not many flowers could be expected to be in bloom.
“Never mind,” said Marjorie, her ingenuity coming to the rescue, “there’s lots of evergreen and laurel leaves to make wreaths and things, and we can make paper flowers. Pink tissue paper roses are lovely.”
“So they are,” agreed Kitty. “’Deed we will have enough to do to fill up the morning. You go and cut a lot of greens, King, and Mopsy and I will begin on the flowers.”