"Dicky has a cloth book with just one thickness for each page," said Ethel Brown.
"But that's made of very heavy cotton," explained Helen.
"You cut your cambric like a sheet of note-paper," said Della.
"Haven't my lessons on scientific management soaked in better than that?" demanded Roger. "If you want to save time you cut just as many sheets of note-paper, so to speak, as your scissors will go through."
"Certainly," retorted Della with dignity. "I took it for granted that the members of the U. S. C. had learned that. Put two sheets of this cambric note-paper together flat and stitch them. That makes four pages to paste on, you see. You can make your book any size you want to and have just as many pages as you need to tell your story on."
"Story? What story?" asked Ethel Blue, interestedly.
"Aha! I thought you'd wake up!" laughed Della. "Here, my children, is where my book differs from most of the cloth picture books that you ever saw. My books aren't careless collections of pictures, with no relation to each other. Here's a cat book, for instance. Not just every-day cats, though I've put in lots of cats and some kodaks of my own cat. There are pictures of the big cats—lions and tigers—and I've put in some scenery so that the child who gets this book will have an idea of what sort of country the beasts really live in."
"It's a natural history book," declared James.
"Partly. But it winds up with 'The True Story of Thomas's Nine Lives.'"
"The kid it is going to won't know English," objected Roger.