Ann was doing some quick thinking. It would be an encouraging thing for Eleanor, who was taking a new interest in her work, if this went through. It would also be good for any one who took part. If the things one had to write in class could be used, well and good.
“I’ll join, Eleanor,” said Ann, “if you will be content with my feeble efforts in the literary line. Suppose we have the organization here tomorrow some time. I’ll make some nut fudge to celebrate, or we can have whatever else there is here.” Ann, who had stopped unwrapping to eat nuts, now investigated a heavy rectangular package. “Hurrah! Boxes of sardines! Imagine, Mother! But Mother is thinking of the days of her youth!”
“I’ll bring the bread, Ann,” Eleanor offered, “and we’ll have sandwiches.”
“Butter, also, is necessary,” Aline reminded Eleanor, who added that to her charge.
“You have some baker’s chocolate there, Ann,” said Marta, pointing to where torn paper revealed the edges of several cakes. “I will sacrifice myself to the occasion and make chocolate for the crowd. What is the hour, Eleanor?”
“I’m free after my practice hour, which ends at three.”
“I have a last hour class,” said Ann.
“Say four o’clock, then. We are always starved at that hour and never can wait for dinner. Let me take the sardines, then, Ann, and I’ll have the sandwiches made by the time you come from class. It won’t take long to make the fudge and chocolate.”
“All right, Eleanor.” Ann handed over the boxes of sardines, while Marta, who would be at the suite before Ann, said that she would have the fudge made without waiting for her.
“Then we’ll all be here at four sharp, or as near to that as possible?” queried Eleanor.