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Monday Evening, August ——
Inside they found the program in order, and tongues were busy as they looked it through.
“O, I wonder what that is. Do you suppose that the doctor will really be in it?”
“Took at this: ‘Bird Hike.... Bird, Mother Nature and Chorus’. Birdie, are you going to take part?”
“Of course not,” replied the nature lady, settling back in her little rocking chair. “But I lent them my rubber boots and hat.”
“I wonder,” said Betty behind the curtain, “if they will take it in about the head band.”
“Of course they will,” said Frances, who was just adjusting hers across her forehead. “The headband—the connecting link which has a symbol for all the things we do!” This with the explanatory gesture of an orator.
“There will be some funny symbols put up tonight,” said Betty, tossing up a volley ball.
“I guess so. Imagine a pickle jar on our head bands! Dear me, I hope I don’t forget my songs.”