"Well, it's not so funny as that," said Amy, laughing good-naturedly.
"What is a philanthropist, Jack?" asked Trix. "How did you know, Amy?"
"It's a charitable person," said Jack.
"It's a person who loves human beings," said Amy at the same time. "I know, because papa said if I didn't mind my p's and q's I'd grow up to be one, and get on committees; so I asked him what it was, and when he told me I didn't think it would be so bad to be one."
"Well, now we have settled the names. Do you think you could make the box, Jack?" asked Margery.
"Of course I can," said Jack, looking with loving condescension at the anxiously puckered brow of his little cousin, who, though a year younger than he, was cleverer, yet made such mistakes as this question implied; probably because she was only a girl.
"I'll make four divisions in it, and maybe I'll paint it."
"And make a drop-box, and nail it outside the tree for us to drop letters in with a slit in the top," said Trix.
"Just as you like, Trix," remarked Jack solemnly. "I for one don't mean to write letters with slits in the top. I'll make a slit in the top of the box, though, if you like."
"Don't be a goose, Jack," replied Trix, with dignity. "You know I meant that."