“Thirty-two dollars, and twenty cents,” announced Ruth triumphantly. “Isn’t that fine, girls?”
“Who bid in the kitten?” asked Sue.
“Crullers,” said Polly. “Fifty cents. Wish we had thought to raise a lot of kittens, and sell them. Maybe for really trained kittens that could do tricks, we could have charged a fancy price like they do for polo ponies, don’t you know, girls?”
“Pocahontas was trained,” insisted Sue. “I trained her myself. She could eat ice-cream out of a saucer without getting into it, and she could play ball. Crullers got a bargain.”
“Shall we have the strawberry fête a week from to-day?” asked Isabel. “That is my share, you know.”
“Won’t it cost a lot for berries and cream, Isabel?”
“All donated by the Lee family for the good of the cause. Father says it is worth a full spring crop to see me taking an interest in outdoor sports.”
“Instead of pomps and vanities?” queried Ted, dodging as a cushion hurtled past her.
“Be good, please, Ted. This is strictly business. I do think that each of the girls should bring a cake, anyway,—a very large cake—”
“How can I bring a cake when I am a resident pupil at Calvert, goose?” Ted demanded. “I shall bring store doughnuts.”