“Good!” cried Betty. “I love dressing up in fancy costumes. What sort do they wear?” “Oh, sometimes all sorts of costumes, and sometimes just flower-girl dresses and things like that.” “If you mean that sort of a fair, I read about one not very long ago that might be very nice, I think,” suggested Martha, a little timidly. “What was it?” asked Betty, as no one else expressed any desire to know. “Well, it was a bazaar of the months. Only you have to have boys in it—six girls and six boys, and each one has a table and sells things belonging to that month. Flowers for May, you know, and fans for August, and all sorts of things for Christmas, the December one.” “It sounds lovely,” said Dorothy kindly; “but it would be funny to sell Christmas things and valentines and fans in March.” “Not at all,” said Betty. “People could buy their valentines and Christmas presents, and hide them away till next year. I think it’s a fine idea. Then each one of us could dress up in a costume to fit the month, such as the Queen of May or the April Fool.” “Yes,” said Martha, “but you have to have boys for Fourth of July and April Fool and Santa Claus.” “Well, we will,” declared Betty. “We’ll ask six boys to be honorary members of the club and help us with the bazaar. Let’s call Jack in now.” They all agreed to this, and Jack came in, much pleased to help with the great project. As the young people talked it over, it seemed to assume grand proportions, and Betty proposed that they lay the whole plan before her mother before they should proceed further. Mrs. McGuire listened with great interest as the purpose of the Fresh Air Club was explained to her. “Excellent!” she said at last “I’m sure it will be a lovely bazaar, there’s room for such pretty decorations and costumes. Have you chosen your parts?” They hadn’t, but, with Mrs. McGuire’s assistance, they undertook the matter at once. Everybody agreed that golden-haired Constance must be the May Queen. She was just right for it, with her blue eyes and fair, pretty face. “Do I have a booth?” she said. “What shall I sell?” “Not exactly a booth for you,” said Mrs. McGuire, “but a bower, a real May Queen’s bower. And you must sell flowers, of course—not only nosegays, but potted plants and ferns and things like that.” “And wild flowers and pond-lilies! Oh, Constance, your booth will be the prettiest of all!” cried Dorothy, a little enviously. “You won’t find many wild flowers or pond-lilies in March,” said Mrs. McGuire, smiling; “but the florist will help us out with many blossoms, and we may have to use paper flowers for the bower. Dorothy, you are just the one to be the Summer Girl; that’s the one for August, you know.” “Oh, I will! And I know just how I’ll fix my booth! I’ve just thought of it. I say, girls, suppose we don’t tell all about our booths, but surprise each other! Just choose our parts, you know.” “All right!” said Betty, “choose away. Jeanette, what month do you want?”