r the Rosemonters to be willing to come?"

"And spend?"

"I think the Rosemonters have great confidence in our getting up
something new and interesting; ditto the Glen Pointers," insisted
Margaret who lived at Glen Point and knew the opinions of her neighbors.

"Where could we have it--_it_ meaning our sale or whatever we decide to
have?"

"Why not have it here? Let's wait until the boys have the house all
painted and whitewashed and colorwashed so it looks as fresh as
possible, and then tell the town what it is we are trying to do this
summer, and ask them over here to see what it looks like."

"Good enough. When they see that it's good as far as it goes, but that
our Fresh Air people will be mighty uncomfortable if they don't have
some beds to sleep in and a few other trifles of every day use, they'll
buy whatever we have to sell. That's the way it seems to me," and
Roger threw himself down on the grass before the front door with an air
of having said the final word.

"Let's ask the people of _Rose_mont to come to _Rose_ House to a _Rose_
Fete," cried Ethel Blue, while every one of her hearers waved his
handkerchief at the suggestion.

"I'll draw a poster with the announcement on it," she went on, "and we
can have it printed on pink paper and the boys can go round on their
bicycles and distribute them at every house."

"We must have everything pink, of course. Pink ice cream and cakes
with pink icing--"

"And pink strawberries--"

"Not green ones! No, sir!"

"And watermelons if we can get some that won't make too much trouble
for Dr. Hancock."

"How are we going to serve them? We can't bring china way out
here--and we won't have any for Rose House until after we give this
party to earn it!"

"They have paper plates with pretty patterns on them now. And if they
cost too much we might get the plain ones and lay a d'oyley of pink
paper on each one," suggested Margaret.

"Probably that will be the cheapest and the effect will be just as
good, but I'll find out the prices in town," promised Delia.

"I have a scheme for a table of fancy things," offered Dorothy. "Let's
have it under that tree over there and over it let's hang a huge rose.
I think I know how to make it--two hoops, the kind Dicky rolls, one
above the other, the smaller one on top, and both suspended from the
tree. Cover them inside and out with big pink paper petals."

"How are you going to make it look like a rose and not a pink