Miss Merington smiled at the enthusiasm of her young assistants.
“You may, if you choose,” she said: “I must go now, but, of course, I’ll see you again soon about our plans. Just go on and make all the oranges you can. I’ve brought you one, for a sample.”
Miss Merington gave Marjorie a paper and cotton orange, which was so neatly made that it looked almost like a real one.
“Make them carefully,” she advised, “for the whole tree will be spoiled if the fruit is ragged or badly shaped.”
“What kind of a tree will you have, Miss Merington?” asked Marjorie.
“Fortunately, I’ll have the real thing,” was the answer. “A friend of mine, who has a large orange tree in his conservatory, is willing to lend it to me. It is in a very large tub, and it will be difficult to move it, but I think we can manage it. Then I shall have sprays of white orange blossoms made of paper, on it, and also our yellow fruit. Of course, we hope to sell many more oranges than would fill the tree, so we’ll have a crate full, also, and sell them out of that, as well as from the tree.”
“Do we sell anything else except the oranges we make?” asked Delight.
“Yes; I’d like to have a small stand, with a few other things, say, orange marmalade, and candied orange-peel, and such things.”
“And shall we dress in orange-color?” asked Midget.
“Why, I hadn’t thought of that, but it would be very pretty.”