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Page 54
"I don't know. What can it be?" said Mopsy, running to look.
There was a queer contraption that seemed to be something like a
windlass and something like a dumbwaiter. It was at the very end
of the veranda around the corner of the house.
"I know," said Stella quietly; "it's a kind of an elevator thing
to pull up things when you want to."
"Why, so it is!" cried Marjorie. "This is the way it works." And
releasing a big wooden button, she let the whole affair slide to
the ground, and, then, grasping the handle of a crank, she began
to draw it up again.
"Well, if that isn't great!" cried Molly. "We can boost up all
sorts of things!"
"Here's something to boost up now," said Marjorie, who had spied
Jane coming across the fields, with what was undoubtedly a tray of
refreshment.
And sure enough, Grandma had sent some ginger-snaps and lemonade
to furnish the first feast at "Breezy Inn."
"Your grandma wouldn't send much," explained Jane, "for she says
you must all come back to the house at one o'clock for the
birthday dinner, and it's well after eleven now. She sent your
clock, Miss Midget, so you'll know when to come."
Apparently Jane knew more about the ways and means of "Breezy Inn"
than the children did; for she directed them explicitly how to let
down the dumbwaiter, and, then, after having carefully placed on
it the tray of good things and the clock, she advised them about
drawing it up. It worked almost like a well-bucket and was quite
easy to manage. The tray reached the top in safety, and, in great
glee, the girls arranged the little feast on the table in the
living-room, and sat down to play tea-party.
"Isn't this lovely!" exclaimed Molly, as she took her seventh
ginger-snap from the plate. "I don't see how your grandma knew
that we were beginning to get hungry."
"Grandma always seems to know everything that's nice," said
Marjorie. "Some day, girls, let's come out here and spend the
whole day. We'll bring a lot of lunch, you know, and it will be
just as if we lived here."
"Goody!" said Molly. "That will be heaps of fun. We'll all bring
things; I know Mother will give me a pie."
"I'll like it," said Stella, with an expression of great
satisfaction; "because up here you girls can't romp around so and
run as you do down on the ground. When we come for a whole day
let's bring a book of fairy stories and take turns reading aloud."
"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."
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