_THE_ stall, as the girls called it, was of course the center of attraction.
It was draped with colored muslins in the rainbow tints, and though real irises were unobtainable, some vases of artificial ones formed a very good substitute.

The home-made toys were really most creditable to the handicraft-workers, and had been ingeniously contrived with bobbins, small boxes, and slight additions of wood, cardboard, and paper, aided by the color-box.

Windmills, whirligigs, carts, engines, trains, dolls' house furniture, jigsaw puzzles, cardboard animals with movable limbs, black velveteen cats with bead eyes, beautifully dressed rag dolls, wool balls and rattles for babies, and dear little books of extracts, were some of the things set out in a tempting display.

Fil, whose slim fingers excelled in dainty work, had contributed three charming booklets of poetry and nice bits cut from magazines and newspapers, the back being of colored linen embroidered with devices in silk.

They were so pretty that they were all snapped up beforehand, and could have been sold three times over.
"You promised one to me--you know you did!" urged Linda Slater, much aggrieved at the non-performance of an order.
"Well, I thought I'd have time to do four, and could only manage three," apologized Fil.