After luncheon the fun began. They all set to and trimmed the tree, Phyllis, by common consent, was master of ceremonies, and they all hurried to do her bidding.
"Jack, if you eat all the popcorn strings I don't see what we shall have left for the tree," she complained once.
"Sorry," Jack apologized, "but that's one failing I have; in fact, I might add that it is the only one, without fear of boasting. Put me near a string of popcorn and I just naturally find myself eating it, and the funny thing is I don't like it unless it is strung." He spoke with such gravity that the rest shouted with laughter.
"Very well," said Phyllis, "we will put you beyond temptation's way. Go out and bring me back a whole lot of boughs. I want them for the chancel."
"Do you mean it?"
"I do."
"Very well, but if I am frozen I hope you have the grace to be ashamed of your heartlessness."
"Oh, I promise I'll be terribly ashamed," Phyllis called after him, as he walked dejectedly from the room.
When the tree was finished, and the church had been decked with boughs and holly, they all went home for a well-merited rest. The crown-event of the day was still before them.
A party at the Enchanted Kingdom to which all the countryside had been bidden.