“Yes, for one consecutive week, anyway. I’ll be editor-in-chief, and you can all be department editors, and choose any department you like. If I were to suggest, I’d say let Patty Fairfield be the fashion editor, for she always wears such masterpieces of sartorial architecture.”
They all laughed at Peter’s description of Patty’s pretty frocks, and she said:
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t call my clothes flubdubby, anyhow. Yes, I’ll write your fashion column. What will you write, Milly?”
“I don’t know yet, but I’ll write something. Shall we do it now?”
The girl’s face had brightened wonderfully. Peter had discovered that she had secret leanings toward literature, and he felt sure that his plan for the afternoon’s amusement would appeal to her.
“Yes, we’ll begin at once,” he said. “If Patty can provide paper and pencils. You may each have a half hour, and then must turn in your copy, finished or not.”
Patty found plenty of stationery, and went about, distributing it to her guests.
“I can’t write a thing,” declared Flo, “but I’ll draw a picture. Is it to be an illustrated paper?”
“It will be,” said Peter, “if illustrations are contributed.”
“I’ll do a Limerick,” said Caddy Oram. “I just love to do Limericks.”