"I'm summer," said Beth fanning.
"And I'm fall," said Nan, tumbling down, "that hurts the worst," she added with pride.
"I'm Christmas," said Bobby, "and I know now why it doesn't come in summer. My! I'm hot!" he continued, mopping his brow.
"I'm Fourth of July," said Beth.
"And I'm Thanksgiving and turkey—"
"There isn't a thing but April fool in spring, I do believe," said Ethelwyn, disgusted.
"Decoration Day, Arbor Day, and May Day," said mother. "It was a fine show, and the sun is out. You may go down now, and buy peanuts with your money."
