"When first Miss Tebbs asked her she refused to have anything to
do with it. Then she suddenly changed her mind and has been
working like a beaver ever since. Miss Tebbs says her booth is
beautiful."

"If I'm not mistaken here she comes now," said Tom suddenly. "I
never saw her but once before, yet hers is a face not easily
forgotten."

"Yes, it is she," replied Grace. "Let us walk on."

Eleanor Savell, gowned in a tailored suit of blue and looking
particularly beautiful, walked haughtily by and disappeared behind
the heavy green curtain.

"She is certainly a stunning girl!" was Tom's low-voiced
exclamation, "but, oh, what a look she gave you, Grace!"

"Did she?" replied Grace, with an amused smile. "That doesn't
worry me. She has repeated that performance so often that I have
grown used to it."

"Look out for her just the same," advised Tom.

"Where do we jollificate, to-night?" asked Hippy, as Grace and Tom
joined them again.

"Right here," said Nora with decision. "No fudge, no hot
chocolate, no cakes, nothing except work until this bazaar is