“Yes, ma’am,” returned Dorothy emphatically. “It makes you feel better all day if you eat your breakfast in the sunshine. By this plan of Mother’s every room in the house will have direct sunshine at some part of the day.”
“It’s great,” approved Ethel Blue. “Can’t we ask Mr. Anderson about making a bird’s bath out of cement?” she inquired. “Ethel Brown and I saw a beauty at Mrs. Schermerhorn’s and perhaps he’d let us have some of the concrete to-morrow when the men are mixing it, and we can try to make one.”
The girls raced over to the spot where the contractor was just about to get into his Ford, and stopped him.
“Would you mind letting us have a little concrete to-morrow to make a bird’s bath with?” begged Dorothy breathlessly.
“A bird’s bath?” repeated Mr. Anderson. “How are you going to make it?”
“Couldn’t we put some concrete in a pan and squeeze another pan down on to it and let it harden?”
“Why, yes, something like that,” returned Mr. Anderson slowly.
“Do you want to make it yourselves?”
“Yes, indeed,” all three girls cried in chorus.
He smiled at their enthusiasm and offered a suggestion.