"Right-o," agreed Roger. "Methinks I saw an aged table top minus legs leaning against the wall in the cellar. Couldn't we anchor it on to this wall with a couple of hinges and then its two legs will be a good enough prop?"
"If they're both on the same side."
"It seems to me they are."
"Any superfluous hinges around the house, Dorothy?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Never mind, I'll get a pair when I go after the pasteboard and the flour for the paste and a bowl for a pastepot, and a—no, three brushes for us three boys to smear the paste with and some coarse cotton cloth for binders."
"Don't forget the oil of cloves to keep your paste from turning sour," Dorothy cried after them.
"And mind you boil it thoroughly," said Margaret.
The boys started again towards the cellar when Roger's eye happened to fall on the cutting operations of the girls.
"Pshaw!" he cried in scorn. "You are time-wasters! Why don't you cut out several garments at once and not have to go through all that spreading out and pinning down process every time? I saw a tailor the other day cutting a pile of trousers two feet high."