Then Hippy undid several hooks and eyes along the imaginary line which divided Lightning in half, and there came forth, very warm and fatigued, Tom Gray and Reddy Brooks.
On the whole the bazaar was proving an unqualified success.

People entered into the spirit of the thing and spent their money without a murmur.
Eleanor's confetti proved a drawing card, and young people and old wandered about, bestowing handfuls of it upon their friends whenever a good opportunity presented itself.
Long before the fair was over Grace and Anne retired to one end of the gypsy encampment to begin counting the proceeds of their labors.

The girls in charge of the various booths turned in their money almost as rapidly as they made it, and by the time the crowd had begun to thin the girls had arrived at a tolerably correct estimate of what the bazaar had netted them.
"Is it possible that I have counted correctly, Anne!" exclaimed Grace to her friend, who was helping to sort small silver into various piles.
"I don't know," said Anne, "it looks like a lot of money.

How much does it all come to ?" "Roughly speaking, nearly five hundred dollars.

Just think of that." "Splendid!" cried Anne, clasping her hands joyfully.