"Wouldn't it be awful," whispered Mabel, "if it shouldn't stick?"
But it did stick smooth and flat, and the paper was even prettier on the wall than it had been in the roll.
"A side strip next, father, so we can see how it's going to look," pleaded Miss Blossom. "Remember, we're just children."
At five o'clock, when half of the ceiling and one side of the wall were finished, the front door was opened abruptly.
"Hi there!" said Mr. Black, putting his head in at the dining-room door, "why don't you listen when I ring your bell? Is that dinner of mine ready? I'm losing a pound a day."
"No," said Bettie, jumping down from her perch on the sideboard, "but it will be next Friday. We're getting it ready just as fast as ever we can. We're even papering the dining-room for the occasion."
"Well," said Mr. Black, "I just stopped in to say that unless you could give me that
