“We’ve got a good shelter of large trees already provided for us,” she said as they all seated themselves in such shade as the young leaves made.
“There ought to be a fine large settee under it where we can have Club meetings all summer, no matter how warm it is,” urged Tom Watkins with wise foresight. Tom and his sister, Della, came out from New York for the club gatherings, and the prospect of meeting out of doors instead of in the attic, which was delightful in winter but not so attractive in warm weather, made him offer this shrewd suggestion.
“A fine large settee”
“In the first place,” said Dorothy again, opening the various catalogues and spreading them on the grass where they could all see them, “don’t you think it would be pretty to have all the chairs and benches of one pattern? Or don’t you?”
“I think it would,” answered Ethel Brown, examining the pages carefully before she made her decision.
“Would what?”
“I should like them all alike. It would be messy to have a lot of different patterns.”
Ethel Blue, who had a good deal of artistic sense and ability, nodded her agreement with this belief. They all came to the same conclusion.
“Then, let’s pick out the pattern,” said Dorothy, who had an orderly mind.