"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_
Fête," 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."