"At any rate we can do a lot of fancy-work this winter," said Brenda, "and I shouldn't wonder if we were to have a very successful Fair."
"Oh, don't call it a 'Fair,'" said Belle, "that sounds so awfully common. Bazaar, or Sale—no, Bazaar is best. Let's always speak of it as a Bazaar."
The others assented, for really they hardly ever dared dissent from Belle when she laid down the law in this way.
"Well, what else shall we call it, The Busy Bees' Bazaar?" asked Nora.
"Oh, no, that would be dreadful! We needn't decide about the rest of the name just yet."
"No, I think that it would be better to wait until we have something ready," said Edith, at which the other three looked up somewhat surprised. They had never heard Edith make a remark that sounded so nearly sarcastic.
"Now, Edith, you know very well that we shall have plenty to sell. Just think how much we'll do if we meet every week ourselves. Then every girl in school ought to make at least one thing, and we can get any amount from older people. Really it's the duty of older people to help us all they can. I should think we might have four large tables just loaded with fancy-work, besides refreshments and flowers—and—oh, dear me—I feel quite dizzy when I think of it," cried the sanguine Brenda.
"Aren't you going to ask Julia to join the Four Club?" queried Edith, turning to Brenda.
"How silly," said the latter. "Of course not. It wouldn't be a Four Club then."
"But don't you think it must seem a little strange to Julia. We run upstairs past her room every Thursday, and no one asks her to come."