Shall we sit in the mission alcove for luncheon?
I love it.

It is so convenient when one wishes to indulge in strictly confidential conversation." Once seated opposite each other in the cunning little alcove furnished in mission oak, Arline continued animatedly: "Last spring, when we talked about giving an entertainment, you proposed giving a carnival in the fall.

Well, it is fall now, so why not begin making plans for our carnival! What shall we have, and what do we do to draw a crowd ?" "We held a bazaar in Oakdale that was very successful," commented Grace.
"We held it on Thanksgiving night and half the town attended it.

We made over five hundred dollars.

I think a bazaar would be better than a carnival." Grace did not add that the money had been stolen while the bazaar was at its height and not recovered until the following spring, by no other person than herself.
Those who have read "Grace Harlowe's Senior Year at High School" will remember the mysterious disappearance of the bazaar money and the untiring zeal with which Grace worked until she found a clew to the robbery, which led to the astonishing discovery that she made in an isolated house on the outskirts of Oakdale.
During the progress of the luncheon Grace gave Arline a detailed account of the various attractions of which their bazaar had boasted.
"We can ask some girl who sings to preside at the Shamrock booth and sing Irish songs as Nora O'Malley did," planned Grace.