"What is Shirley's good luck is ours. We're all Merriweather Girls," said Kit quietly.
Shirley was in a happy daze and hardly heard her mother's plans. "You can bring down that large blue rug in your room, Shirley, and I'll put something else in there."
"That's just the thing, it has lots of orange in it," exclaimed Bet.
"And as a name for the shop, I'll suggest 'Fixit's Factory,'" teased Colonel Baxter.
"Oh no! That wouldn't sound nice. I don't like factories." Shirley looked troubled.
"Of course it wouldn't and Daddy knows it, too. He's just a big tease!"
Shirley laughed now with the others. She was inclined to be serious and never quite knew when the Colonel was in fun.
"'Shirley's Shop' sounds much nicer. It's aristocratic!"
Suddenly Kit saw two boys coming down the street and she had the door open in a flash: "Come right in, Bob and Phil. The Merriweather Girls are in council and having decided some very important matters, they want your approval."
"Flattery, you mean! You girls just feed on flattery, and you expect us to supply it like boxes of candy."