"This is the best plan yet. It's ever so much more
fun than Bridget; and Jean is working so hard now, that she needs
a little good time to make up for it. What shall we do?"
"Oh, have some kind of a lark Christmas eve," answered Alan. "We
can't do it Christmas day because--Well, I may as well tell the
rest of you--mamma has just asked Polly and all the other Adamses
to come here for dinner and the evening, so we can have our fun,
all of us together."
"Oh-h-h!" remarked Polly rapturously.
"So you see," the boy went on; "whatever we do must come in on the
night before; but I think we could manage it. Let's call mamma in,
to take counsel."
"Would Florence help us along, I wonder," said Jessie
thoughtfully.
"Yes, I know she will," Katharine responded quickly; "I'll answer
for her. We'll have to work, girls, to get this done, with all our
other plans; but I am sure we can do it."
"Oh, dear! I've got to finish up my scrapbook for my hospital
boys," sighed Polly; "and the corners peel up faster than I can
stick them down."
"I'll do it for you, Polly," Alan offered. "I can't sew, but I can
stick beautifully."
"That's so," said Molly, in an undertone to Polly. "He upset the
mucilage bottle into the dictionary, the other day, and now we
have to take a knife and pry, if we want to look up anything from
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