The B. D. Society was allowed; and mother had actually agreed to be patroness and prize-giver.
"What a dear, jolly mother she is!"
"She's a duck, and no mistake!"
Rather unbusinesslike language, but very expressive!
Well, but what did it mean, this B. D. S.?
It was only a Bedroom Decorating Society. But it seemed a very beautiful idea to the four curly headed little girls who sat squeezed up together in the large nursery armchair.
Pattie, Mollie, Kitty, and Norah. Four little Irish maidens, with this lovely plan to talk over and make perfect, while a snowstorm kept them indoors to-day.
Pattie. "Don't let's tell each other how we'll do our rooms until afterwards."
Norah. "You'll never keep your plans to yourself. You never could keep anything in."
Mollie (up in arms for her sister). "Don't be nasty, Norah, or something bad will happen to you!"