"We could hang the rose with dark string that wouldn't show, and fasten
the stem to the branch of the tree with a pink bow. It would look as
if some giant had tied it there for his ladylove."

"I have an old pink sash I'll contribute to the good cause," laughed
Helen. "I've been wondering what to do with it for some time."

"Everything on the table must be pink and shaped like a rose or
decorated with roses--cushions, pen-wipers, baskets, stencilled bureau
sets--there are a thousand things to be made."

"Boxes covered with rose paper," suggested James solemnly.

Everybody shouted, for James's imagination always seemed to be
stimulated whenever he saw a chance to make something with paste-pot
and brush.

"How about music?"

This question brought silence, for it was not easy to arrange for music
in the open.

"I wish Edward and his violin were here," said Delia, referring to her
brother, Dr. Watkins, who had recently gone to Oklahoma to assist an
older physician in a flourishing town there. He had been very
attentive to Miss Merriam and she was annoyed to find herself blushing
at the mention of his name. Ethel Blue, who had been in his
confidence, was the only one of the young people who glanced at her,
however, so her annoyance passed unnoticed.