“We shall want your help in deciding what might be done, papa,” said Max.
“We might treat the mission school, couldn’t we, papa?” asked Lulu.
“I like that idea,” he answered, “but we must consider what sort of treat it shall be.”
“Good things to eat, such as they do not get every day—nuts, candies, raisins, oranges, figs, cakes, anything nice that we can get. Could we send away somewhere for such things, papa? I’m afraid they are not to be had in the stores here; at least not many of them.”
“I think I can order by telegraph and have them brought in season by express on the railroad,” he answered. “We have about a week in which to make our arrangements.”
“Oh, good! then you’ll do it, won’t you, papa?”
“I think so,” he said, in an indulgent tone.
“And let’s distribute some small flags among the children,” said Max. “And have fireworks in the evening.”
“Oh, yes, yes!” exclaimed Lulu, clapping her hands and jumping up and down in delight. “Mayn’t we, papa?”
“I think we will,” he said; “but before we quite decide the question we will talk the matter over with Mr. Short. He knows the tastes of the people here much better than we do, and may have some good suggestions to make.”