"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."