“Here’s a bully bench for the whole U. S. C.,” cried Tom. “It’s curved so it will fit right under this semi-circle of trees as if it were made for this very spot.”
He held up the picture of a wide bench with two wings. It was greeted with applause.
“When that is made in the pattern we chose it will be as pretty as any one could ask for,” Dorothy decided.
“And painted green,” added Ethel Blue, at which they all laughed. “I’m serious about the green,” she insisted. “Don’t you see what I mean, Dorothy?” she continued, appealing to the person who was to have the final decision on the question.
“I think you’re right,” replied Dorothy. “Don’t mind what they say. Write down one of those, Miss Secretary, and one of these right-angled ones—don’t you all of you think that’s a comfy one?”
They did, and they also approved of the single bench and the chairs and the small tables.
“They won’t be all jammed up in this corner, of course,” Dorothy explained gravely, “but when we have a Club meeting we can bring them together if we want to and room enough for everybody.”
“Here’s an arbor that you can walk through”
“I thought we were all to sit on the big bench,” objected Tom with an air of deep disappointment.