A FIRELIGHT COUNCIL It was well after midnight when the theatre party returned to Mabel's home, rather sleepy, but delighted with their glimpse of pleasure-loving New York by night.

After the theatre they were invited to be Mr.Ashe's guests at supper, and were promptly whisked away in their motor car to one of New York's particularly exclusive hotels, where a delicious little supper was served to them in one of the hotel's private dining rooms.
Half-past eight o'clock Thanksgiving morning found the six girls downstairs and seated at the breakfast table.

Mr.Ashe, who made it an ironclad rule always to be in his office at half-past eight o'clock, even on holidays, had time for only a hasty good morning all around before his man announced that his car was at the door.
"Remember, Mab, you are to bring the girls down to my office after Thanksgiving services this morning," he called back as he paused on the threshold of the dining room.
"I'll remember, General," called Mabel, with a military salute.
"Oh, are we going to church this morning ?" asked Elfreda quickly.
"Yes.

There is to be a short but beautiful service in the church Father and I attend.

You will hear some wonderful music, too." "We went to church here in New York City on Thanksgiving Day, three years ago," said Grace.