So the fudge went to Mrs. Marriott and if Bob ate the most of it he was of that age and of that healthy condition when a box of fudge more or less had no effect upon him.
From Clausie the girls heard more of the prospective concert. The chief performer, a friend of Miss Dodge, was said to be a fine violinist and upon him they would depend for the best numbers of their programme, but he could not be with them as yet and so the concert would have to be deferred.
“We all think now that it will have to be put off till the Easter holidays,” said Claudia. “Better so, for that will give more time for rehearsing. It is foolish to dash into a thing before you have made the proper preparations.”
“Dear me,” said Joanne regretfully, “I thought we would have something to get excited over, and now it is all slumped.”
Claudia laughed. “I don’t call it a slump. For my part I’m rather glad it is put off, for we shall all be busy enough with school work, exams, and all that.”
“Not to mention our scout work,” Winnie put in. “We’ll have excitement enough, never you fear.”
Joanne looked sober. “That reminds me,” she said, “that I haven’t made my star map. I fully intended making it this winter, and here the winter is leaping along like a rabbit. Grad gave me a wonderful constellation finder at Christmas with a perfectly adorable map, and I have scarcely looked at them. There was so much going on during the holidays, and then came school, besides it is stupid to do things alone.”
“Why don’t we do them together, then?” said Claudia. “Neither Winnie nor I have finished our star maps, and I’m sure I don’t know the ‘Song of the Fifty Stars,’ do you, Win?”
“Indeed I do not. Let’s start in now. Get your handbook, Clausie. No time like the present.”
Claudia went off for her book. “I don’t believe I know further than Capella,” she announced as she came back, open book in hand.