“Haven’t any pink paper,” said Midget. “Let’s all go downtown and get that first, and then we can get some ice cream soda at the same time.”
“That’s a go!” cried King. “Hurry up, girls.”
In ten minutes the three were into their hats and coats, and arm in arm started for the village drug shop.
In this convenient store, they found pink paper and equally pink ice cream soda. Having despatched the latter with just enough procrastination to appreciate its exquisite flavor and texture, they took their roll of tissue paper and hastened home.
Then Marjorie and Kitty went to work in earnest, and it is astonishing how fast pink paper roses can grow under skilful little fingers. Their method was a simple one. A strip of paper was cut, about twelve inches long and two inches wide. This was folded in eight sections, and the folded tops cut in one round scallop. Thus, the paper when unfolded, showed eight large scallops. These were the rose petals, and were deftly curled a trifle at the edges, by the use of an ivory paper-knife. Then the strip was very loosely rolled round itself, the pretty petals touched into place, the stem end pinched up tight and wound with a bit of wire, which also formed a stem.
Midge and Kitty had made these before, and were adept in the art.
So when King came in, they had a good-sized waste-basket filled with their flowers.
King brought not only evergreens, and laurel sprays, but some trailing vines that had kept green through the winter’s frost.
“There!” he said, as he deposited his burden on the floor; “I guess that will decorate Larky’s room—I mean the Honorable Miss Larkin’s room—just about right. Jiminy, what a lot of flowers!”
“Yes, aren’t they fine!” agreed Marjorie. “We have enough now, Kit, let’s take ’em up.”