Have you a couple of Navajo blankets ?" "Yes, we have! and a Bulgarian one, or whatever you call it, to piece out," cried Midget, as she ran to get them.
"Just the thing!" declared Cousin Jack.

"Put them aside, we won't use them till the day of the show.

'Cause why?
'Cause it _might_ rain,--but, of course it won't.

Now, for feathers,--we want lots of feathers." "Old hat feathers ?" asked Midget.
"Ostrich plumes?
Nay, nay, me child.

Good stiff quill feathers,--turkey feathers preferred.