They proved to be little notebooks, in which she had written just what they must do through the coming months, to keep their plants in good order. Every direction was clearly given; every contingency was provided for; and Kitty said:
“Well, if those posies don’t grow right, it will be our fault, not theirs.”
“It won’t be my fault,” said Midget, with determination. “I’m going to take care of my flowers awful carefully. ’Cause I want to show Father that I’ve improved since last year.”
“That’s the right spirit,” said Miss Larkin, approvingly; “try to do better each year, and thus grow up to be good and worthy women.”
“I can’t do that,” said King, with a sigh, “but probably I’ll grow up to be President.”
CHAPTER XVII
DELIGHTFUL ANTICIPATIONS
“Won’t it be fun!” exclaimed Marjorie, as, with King and Kitty and Delight, she came into the house; “let’s sit down and talk it all over again.”
“What’s it all about?” asked Miss Larkin, smiling at the happy faces of the four.
“Well, it’s going to be Arbor Day next week, and the ladies of the church are going to have a festival,” explained Midget; “and they want you to help—Miss Merington is coming to see you about it—and they’ve asked us children to help.”
“Why, what can you do at a grown-up festival?”