“Yes, real oranges, and other kinds, too.”
“And do they want me to have a tree? What kind shall I choose? And will you children be with me?”
Miss Larkin was greatly interested in the project, for not often did she get an opportunity to take part in such an entertainment.
“You’ll have to see what Miss Merington says,” said Marjorie. “She’s at the head of it all, and she said she’d come to see you this afternoon.”
“Oh, did she? Then I’ll run and change my gown; I’d rather look more dressy when she comes.”
Miss Larkin bustled away, and King said:
“I’ll like to have a tree with Larky. She’ll buy a lot of things for us, and she’ll be so ’thusiastic about it. Hey, Kit?”
“Yes,” agreed Kitty, “and I’d rather be with her, than a stranger lady, anyway.”
Soon Miss Merington came to call, and Miss Larkin came down to meet her, resplendent in a silk costume and her best jewelry.
Miss Merington was a charming young woman, and though only slightly acquainted with Miss Larkin, she laid the case before her so prettily, that Miss Larkin gladly consented to assist at the bazaar.