"Well—oh, 'Will you please come to the first meeting?'"
"'And see how you like it,'" finished Alexia; "that's just elegant—do write it down, Jasper."
"You may be sure I will," cried Jasper, vastly pleased that he was to be helped out, and finishing it all up with great energy. "Well, what else?" and he poised his pen in air and looked at Polly.
"Why, isn't that enough?" said Polly, a little pucker beginning to come on her forehead.
"I should think so," said Pickering; "it tells all the story."
"And they will come, you may be sure," said Jasper, holding off the notice again, this time for everybody's inspection, "and that's the main thing."
"And now we can all begin to write them," said Alexia, in great satisfaction, seizing her pen, which she had dropped. "Do put it in the middle of the table, Jasper, where we can all see."
"Wait till I write a good one," said Jasper, beginning on a fresh sheet of paper. "I was hurrying so to get it all down; you can hardly read it." So he wrote it out in his best hand, then propped the notice up against the book-rack. "Now begin," he said.
"Let's race," cried Alexia, already scrawling the first words at a great rate.
"Oh, dear me! we shan't do it decently then," said Polly, in alarm. "I mean, I shan't, if we race."