"This bazaar is a great event to us, and its object is, I think, a worthy one.

We badly want a new organ for our church." "Eureka!" exclaimed Mrs.Bertram when she had read this note.
"What is the matter, mother ?" exclaimed Mabel.
"Only that I have found a way out of my grand difficulty," responded their mother, tossing Mr.Ingram's note and the tickets for the bazaar into Catherine's lap.
"Are you so delighted to go to this country bazaar, mother ?" asked the eldest daughter.
"Delighted! No, it will be a bore." "Then why did you say Eureka! and look so pleased ?" "Because on that day I shall leave cards on the Northbury folk--not one of them will be at home." "Shabby," muttered Catherine.

Her dark cheek flushed, she turned away.
Mabel put out her little foot and pressed it against her sister's.

The pressure signified warning.
"Then you are not going to the bazaar, mother ?" she questioned.
"I don't know.

I may drop in for a moment or two, quite at the close.