“All right,” said Midge; “let’s have it for a sort of a club, and meet here one day every week.”
“Clubs ought to do something,” observed Molly. “Charity, you know, or something like that.”
“All right,” said Midge; “let’s make things and then sell them and get some money for the Dunns.”
“What could we do?” asked Molly. “We couldn’t have another bazaar, and, besides, I think the Dunns have enough money for the present.”
“Don’t let’s work,” said Stella, who was not very enterprising; “at least, not when we’re up here. Let’s just read or play paper dolls. If you want to work and make things, do them at home.”
“I feel that way, too,” said Midget; “let’s just keep this for a playhouse. But maybe it isn’t right; maybe we ought to do things for charity.”
“Ask your grandma,” said Molly; “she’ll know what’s right. But I expect they gave you this house to have fun in.”
“I think they did, too,” said Marjorie; “and, anyway, Molly, we could do both. We had lots of fun getting ready for the bazaar, and we did the charity besides.”
“Well, let’s read part of the time, anyway,” said Stella; “I do love to read or to be read to.”
“We will,” agreed Marjorie, amiably, and Molly agreed, too.
THE BROKEN LADDER
As the days went on, “Breezy Inn” became more and more a delight to the children. They never grew tired of it, but, on the contrary, new attractions connected with it were forever developing. Many additions had been made to the furnishings, each of the three girls having brought over treasures from her own store.
They had reading days, and paper-doll days, and game-playing days, and feast days, and days when they did nothing but sit on the little veranda and make plans. Often their plans were not carried out, and often they were, but nobody cared much which way it happened. Sometimes Stella sat alone on the little porch, reading. This would usually be when Molly and Midge were climbing high up into the branches of the old maple-trees. It was very delightful to be able to step off of one’s own veranda onto the branch of a tree and then climb on up and up toward the blue sky. And especially, there being two girls to climb, it was very useful to have two trees.
But not every day did the girls spend in “Breezy Inn.” Sometimes they roamed in the woods, or went rowing on the river, and sometimes they visited at each other’s houses.
One pleasant afternoon in late July, Marjorie asked Grandma if she mightn’t go to spend the afternoon at Stella’s.
Mrs. Sherwood liked to have her go to Stella’s, as the influence of the quiet little girl helped to subdue Marjorie’s more excitable disposition, and about three o’clock Marjorie started off.
Grandma Sherwood looked after the child, as she walked away, with admiring eyes. Marjorie wore a dainty frock of white dimity, scattered with tiny pink flowers. A pink sash and hair-ribbons were fresh and crisply tied, and she carried the pretty parasol Stella had given her on her birthday.