“Oh, we can do lots,” said Kitty; “we sell things, you know, and—and just help round.”
“Yes,” put in King, “and we give ’em things to sell, too. Make ’em or buy ’em or something.”
“Or get them given to us,” suggested Delight. “The shopkeepers are awfully generous about that.”
“What kind of a festival is it?” asked Miss Larkin.
“Oh, that’s the fun of it,” said Marjorie. “It’s an Arbor Day affair, you know, and they call it the Arbor Show, and it’s all trees.”
“All trees?”
“Yes; the big hall is all to be filled with trees—not real trees—but sort of made-up ones, and then we sell things off of them.”
“Oh, I begin to see. The trees are instead of the usual booths.”
“Yes, that’s it. Each lady has a tree, and then she gets her friends, or children, or anybody to help her. Miss Merington asked Delight and me to be with her. She has the Orange Tree.”
“Oh; and do you sell oranges?”