“All right, smarty-cat! Her own room. Then when it comes to Floribel’s day out, we’ll take turns in planning the three meals. But every Thursday, one of us must have the day in charge. On that day the other two are only assistants.”
“Rosie,” Maida exclaimed, “I think you are perfectly wonderful! That seems to me to be absolutely all right. Don’t you think so, Laura?”
“Yes,” Laura answered equally enthusiastic, “I think it’s marvelous.”
“Well, then,” Rosie began again, “let’s begin to plan meals for this Thursday.”
They were deep in this interesting task when the boys returned from the barn. They compared plans.
The boys’ plan did not differ so very much from the girls’ except that, when it came to the work in the vegetable garden they had decided to weed in rotation. Also in rotation, they were to sprinkle garden and tennis court nightly, to roll the tennis court daily. Each boy was to make his own bed. There was a typewriter in the library and they spent the next half-hour typing out these plans and making as many copies as there were children. Then they pinned them up in their rooms.
“Say,” Arthur declared suddenly, “you girls have got to show us how to make a bed. I suppose I could make one, after a fashion, but I never have. I don’t know how to begin.”
“I do,” said Harold unexpectedly. “I learned how to make beds last summer at camp. I’ll show you.”
“Show us now,” Arthur demanded.
The three boys started in the direction of the barn.