"That doesn't worry me.
She has repeated that performance so often that I have grown used to it." "Look out for her just the same," advised Tom.
"Where do we jollificate, to-night ?" asked Hippy, as Grace and Tom joined them again.
"Right here," said Nora with decision.

"No fudge, no hot chocolate, no cakes, nothing except work until this bazaar is over, then we'll have a spread that will give you indigestion for a week.

Do you solemnly promise to be good and not tease for things to eat, but be a ready and willing little toiler ?" "I do," said Hippy, holding up his right hand.

"Do you assure me that the spread you just mentioned is no myth ?" "I do," said Nora, "also that the indigestion, shall be equally realistic." "Lead me to it," said Hippy.

"I swear in this hour that--" But Hippy never finished his speech, for Eleanor Savelli suddenly darted into the group with flashing eyes and set lips.
"How dared you meddle with my booth during my absence!" she cried, looking from one to the other of the astonished young people.