Tell 'em
to come at three o'clock, I'll be ready then."
"Bill has to go away about six," said Mona, doubtfully.
"Well, make 'em come at two, then. The game won't take long, once
we get started. Now, I'll select four players. Mona will be one,
and Daisy Dow, Jim Kenerley and I will be the others."
Mona was already at the telephone, and the other selected players
drew around Cromer to learn what they were to do.
"It's going to be the greatest fun ever," he declared. "If we
can't get red ribbon, we'll take twine. Guess it'll be better,
anyhow. Mona, will you send a slave to the general store to buy a
lot of balls of twine?"
"I'll attend to it," said Patty, "Mona's telephoning."
When Patty returned from this errand, the others were all out on
the west lawn. Farnsworth and Jim Kenerley were measuring off
spaces, and a gardener was driving in pegs.
When the twine arrived, it was stretched on these pegs, until the
whole lawn was diagrammed like a parcheesi board. There were the
four squares in the corners, representing "Homes," there was a
large square in the centre, and the paths were marked into regular
rectangles with a "Safety Spot" in every fifth space.
So carefully was the measuring done that at a short distance it
looked exactly like a parcheesi board, except the colouring.
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