"Hands up now for
to-morrow night at Miss Sherwood's--or not there at all, is that it?"
"No," Dexie laughingly replied; "our latch-string is out every night, but
neither Gussie nor I would be at home Friday evening."
"What is to prevent us from accepting Miss Sherwood's invitation for
Thursday. I would rather go there than any other place in town," said the
truthful fellow, having long admired Gussie from afar.
"We have to buy the material before we can meet to make it up," Edith
replied. "Great Scott! how much material do you want to buy anyhow," said
Fenerty. "I could buy out a store while you ladies were selecting the
ribbons for your neck."
While they were speaking, Mr. Traverse made his appearance, and learning
the cause of the discussion, presented a cheque for the amount needed to
renew the badges, and volunteered his services as "needle-threader" for the
evening.
"Come now, Traverse, you can't thread needles for the crowd," said Fred
Foster, "but if the ladies will only invite the male members, we will
promise to keep them supplied with threaded needles, _ad infinitum_."
"Have you decided to come to our house Thursday? If so, all members of the
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