Berta spoke up again. "Yes, but then who's got part of the Alps?" she wanted to know, kind of self-conscious.
Mame Holcomb looked around, sort of puzzled.
"Rome used to be nice," she admitted, "and of course the Alps is high. But everybody knows they can't hold a candle to the United States, all in all."
After that we worked on without saying anything. It seemed like pretty near everything had been said.
Pretty soon the girls had their part all done. And they stood up, looking like rainbows in their pretty furs and flowers.
"Miss Calliope," Ina Clare said to me, "come on with us to get some things for to-night."
"Go with you and get out of doing any more work?" says I, joyful. "Well, won't I!"
"But we are working," cried Ruth. "We've got oceans of things to collect."
"Well," says I, "come along. Sometimes I can't tell work from play and this is one of the times."