The other girls repacked the baskets and tossed the papers on the dying embers of their fire. It had been made close to the brook, so that they could put it out quickly if the dry grass began to burn.
Then, to their delight, they found that the floor of the cabin was dry, and so the warm, clean furniture was carried back in, and then Adele exclaimed, as she brought forth a pad and pencil, “Sit down everybody, and, since your brains are rested, I shall expect them to produce brilliant ideas. Now gaze about our Secret Sanctum and tell what it needs.”
“There’s a green fly coming in at the window,” Doris Drexel announced. “We ought to tack up mosquito-netting.”
“Good,” exclaimed Adele, as she wrote down the suggestion. “We’ll call that item one.”
“I think we ought to make a sort of mattress for this hard couch,” Peggy remarked, “if it’s intended for comfort.”
“And sofa-pillows we need in plenty,” said the rather indolent Rosamond, who liked things luxurious.
“I’ll contribute a pine pillow,” Doris volunteered. “I have such a fragrant one, and it’s just the thing for a rustic place like this.”
“We need a bowl for flowers,” said Rosamond. “Mother has a big blue one with a chip in it, and it would look adorable on the center-table filled with buttercups and ferns.”
“Fine!” cried Adele brightly; “item five. And in every one of our pantries, on top shelves or in out-of-the-way places, there is apt to be chipped or cracked china. With our mothers’ consent, let’s bring it over here and have a china-closet. Then, when we wish to give a party, we shall have plenty of dishes.”
“But where’s the closet?” asked Betty Burd, looking about as though she expected one to appear like magic before her.