Am communicating with other members of Council.
Will let you know when I have word.

Signed Howgate." "Oh, you'll get your authorization all right," Laura declared cheerily.

"It's only a matter of form." Laura did not tell something she knew---to the effect that at her request Dr.Bentley had wired Mr.Howgate, urging that the permission be granted to the boys to race as a high school organization.
"May we take you young ladies out in the canoe this morning ?" Dick inquired.
"Only a few of us, or for very short, trips," Laura replied.
"The fact is, we girls are to play hostess to you this noon." "Hostess ?" asked Dave, looking puzzled.
"Yes; we are going to be your hostesses at luncheon," Laura smiled.
"But I thought you girls were going to skip luncheon in favor of the picnic meal to-night." "Wait until you boys see the luncheon," laughed Susie Sharp, "and you'll be sure to think we might as well have skipped that meal.
It will be light and shadowy, I promise you.

Toast, lettuce salad, moonbeam soup, sprites' cake, feather pudding and ghost fruit." "Won't there be some dog biscuit ?" asked Danny Grin hopefully.
"You shall have a special plate," Susie promised.
So the canoe was hauled up on the float and left there, and a general chat followed.
At noon, Dr.Bentley joined the young people, talking with them pleasantly, after which he led the way to the hotel.
There, in a little private dining room, the boys met Mrs.Bentley and Mrs.Meade.

The luncheon was soon after served.
It was a dainty meal, though far more elaborate than Susie had led the boys to expect.
At the end of the meal a waiter, looking duly solemn, presented at Danny Grin's elbow a plate holding three dog biscuits.
"Thank you," said Dan Dalzell politely.