“That’s just the spirit the city fathers have been showing about the park.  They’ve actually got that started, though,” said Roger gratefully.

“They’re doing hardly any work on it; I went by there yesterday,” reported Dorothy.  “It’s all laid out, and I suppose they’ve planted grass seed for there are places that look as if they might be lawns in the dim future.”

“Too bad they couldn’t afford to sod them,” remarked James, wisely.

“If they’d set out clumps of shrubs at the corners and perhaps put a carpet of pansies under them it would help,” declared Ethel Blue, who had consulted with the Glen Point nurseryman one afternoon when the Club went there to see Margaret and James.

“Why don’t we make a roar about it?” demanded Roger.  “Ethel Blue had the right idea when she said that now was the time to take advantage of the citizens’ interest.  If we could in some way call their attention to the high school and the Town Hall and the railroad station and the park.”

“And tell them that the planting at the graded school as far as it goes, was done by three little girls,” suggested Tom, grinning at the disgusted faces with which the Ethels and Dorothy heard themselves called “little girls”; “that ought to put them to shame.”

“Isn’t the easiest way to call their attention to it to have a piece in the paper?” asked Ethel Brown.

“You’ve hit the right idea,” approved James.  “If your editor is like the Glen Point editor he’ll be glad of a new crusade to undertake.”

“Particularly if it’s backed by your grandfather,” added Della shrewdly.

The result of this conference of the Club was that they laid the whole matter before Mr. Emerson and found that it was no trouble at all to enlist his interest.

“If you’re interested right off why won’t other people be?” asked Ethel Brown when it was clear that her grandfather would lend his weight to anything they undertook.

“I believe they will be, and I think you have the right idea about making a beginning.  Go to Mr. Montgomery, the editor of the Rosemont Star, and say that I sent you to lay before him the needs of this community in the way of added beauty.  Tell him to ‘play it up’ so that the Board of Trade will get the notion through their heads that people will be attracted to live here if they see lovely grounds about them.  He’ll think of other appeals.  Go to see him.”

The U.S.C. never let grass grow under its feet.  The Ethels and Dorothy, Roger and Helen went to the office of the Star that very afternoon.

“You seem to be a delegation,” said the editor, receiving them with a smile.

“We represent our families, who are citizens of Rosemont,” answered Roger, “and who want your help, and we also represent the United Service Club which is ready to help you help them.”

“I know you!” responded Mr. Montgomery genially.  “Your club is well named.  You’ve already done several useful things for Rosemont people and institutions.  What is it now?”