Part 7 (2/2)

But never mind that now.”

As mother spoke she kept one hand behind her chair, and she smiled.

She was sorry for her little girls.

”I am going to propose,” she went on, ”that you should alter your society a little bit. The _letters_ will be the same. It will still be the B. D. S.; but the work will be different and easier.”

The little faces all brightened as she continued--

”I like my little girls to be tidy and neat in their rooms; but I think mother knows best how the furniture should stand, and where the things look nicest. So I suggest that we call our society the Bedroom _Dusting_ Society. I will give you each a little cloth, and you shall dust your rooms every morning after nurse has made the beds. And _once a week_ I will award a prize.”

Then mother drew her hand forward and held before their eyes a j.a.panese fan, with a long handle, to which was tied a dainty bow of blue ribbon.

”This,” she said, ”shall be given next Sat.u.r.day to the tidiest of the four members of your society. Now, what do you think of my plan?”

”It's just splendid, mother darling!” was the unanimous cry of the listeners; and a tangle of soft loving arms nearly throttled her in a sudden embrace.

”And you _know_,” came in a plaintive voice from Norah, ”if you always give us a pretty thing like that for a prize, it _will_ be the Bedroom _Decorating_ Society, too!”

THE END.

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