So Oh-my was made one of them, as it were; was included in most of their play and had to “make-believe” he was everything from an elephant in an Indian jungle to one of the rats that drew Cinderella’s pumpkin-coach to the ball.
April was gone in a flash and May and June followed mild and warm. Then, one day in late July the Sweet P’s had a bright idea. Polly had been telling Priscilla about when she was “at home, where the poor people live” and had grown quite excited over her description of the sickly, poverty-stricken children that thronged the tenements and swarmed out into the streets these breathless days, and Priscilla had sighed and said, “Oh dear! I didn’t know they were ever like that! I wish I could give them some money.”
“I earned quite a lot being cash-girl,” ventured Polly.
“I wish I could be a cash-girl!” murmured Priscilla.
“For the land’s sake!” Hannah exclaimed.
Polly was silent for a moment. Then she jumped to her feet with a bound. “I tell you what!” she cried. “Let’s make a fair. We can sew lots of pretty things and tie ribbons around them and Hannah can sell them behind a counter and you and I’ll be cash-girls. Miss Cissy and all the rest will buy from us and pay real money and we’ll give it to the people who have the Fresh Air Fun’.”
Hannah turned away her head and coughed violently into her handkerchief, but Priscilla clapped her hands.
“Oh, do! Oh, let’s!” she cried eagerly.
“Sister can make the loveliest lace you ever saw,” continued Polly, “and she’ll do some for us if we ask her, and—and—— Oh! I know we could have a beautiful fair.”