“The Fresh Air Fund Club,” suggested Lena.
“The Fresh Air Club is shorter,” said Constance.
“The Fresh Club is shorter yet,” said Dorothy, laughing, “and the boys will call us that, anyhow, when they hear about it.”
They decided on “The Fresh Air Club,” and then, all business matters being settled, they proceeded to plan their first entertainment.
“Let’s have something really nice,” said Martha. “We can get Hetherton’s Hall to hold it in, without paying anything. My uncle is one of the managers, and I know he’d let us have it for a charity.”
This was a most advantageous offer, and, had it come from any one else, it would have been hailed with enthusiasm. As it was, nobody said much, except Betty, who exclaimed:
“Why, Martha, that will be fine! If we don’t have to pay for the hall, we can make a lot of money, for that’s generally the biggest item.”
“Yes,” agreed Constance; “all the things to sell will be given to us, or we’ll make them ourselves. You mean a sort of fair, don’t you, Betty?”
“Yes; only a special kind, you know—a bazaar, or something like that.”
“What is a bazaar?” asked Martha, with such an air of blank ignorance that Constance frowned at her.