"Yes, with all the letters higgledy-piggledy to prove we know what's true art," cried Happie. "I don't believe we want a sign out. Besides, it might keep away elderly people; they might think it meant they couldn't come in."
"Or else flatter them so that they'd come in hordes," added Miss Keren. "Light your gas stove, girls, and brew us your first tea. We'll christen the tea room."
Gretta sprang to obey, secretly proud of having overcome her fear of the first spurt of the gas when it leaped to the match.
"We'll have to make hot lemonade for part of our guests, including me," said Happie, bustling about to set out cups and crackers, with a glance at the boys who liked tea as little as she did.
Margery put English breakfast and fragrant Formosa Oolong into two of the prettiest teapots, and they drank, standing, the toast to the success of the enterprise, which was proposed by Miss Keren.
"Good-night, pretty place," said Polly, peeping back into the room from under Margery's arm as she put the key in the door.
"Yes, good-night," said Ralph. "As I said when we came: 'We're pleased to meet you.'"