"Of course," answered Polly. "Why?"
"Cause they'll help celebrate," Elsie returned.
"Celebrate what?" queried Polly, wiping a drop of overrunning water from the glass which Miss Lucy had supplied.
"Why, the war's birthday! Don't you know about it?" And Elsie looked her astonishment at having heard any new with which Polly was not already acquainted.
"I don't know what you mean," Polly replied.
Then what a babel of tongues! Each wanted to be first to inform Polly.
"The ward's five years old to-morrow!"—"Miss Lucy's been tellin' us!"—"it was started five years ago!"—"There was only three children in it then!"—"She said we ought to celebrate!"—"A lady give it to the hospital!"
"We'll every one wear a sweet pea all day!" announced Polly.
"That'll be lovely!" beamed Elsie.
"They'll wilt," objected practical Moses.