"I will," promised Margaret. "James and I have a scheme to try to have the children work their gardens on the same plan that the children do here," she went on. "We're going to get Father to put it before the Board of Management, if we can."
"I do hope he will. The kiddies here are so wild over their gardens that it's proof to any one that it's a good plan."
"Oo-hoo," came Roger's call across the field.
"Oo-hoo. Come up," went back the answer.
"What are you girls talking about?" inquired the young man, arranging himself comfortably with his back against a rock and accepting a paper tumbler of lemonade and some cheese straws.
Helen explained their plan for disposing of the extra flowers from their gardens.
"It's Service Club work; we ought to have started it earlier," she ended.
"The Ethels did begin it some time ago; I caught them at it," he accused, shaking his finger at his sister and cousin.
"I told the girls we had been taking flowers to the Old Ladies' Home," confessed Ethel Brown.
"O, you have! I didn't know that! I did find out that you were supplying the Atwoods down by the bridge with sweetpeas."