“Lucky grandma,” Sue said, emphatically. “That comes of being a walking encyclopedia, while the rest of us must pick strawberries, and auction off all our pet belongings. By the way, we are going to hold our auction, Ted and I, on Saturday next. Ted has the first poster all made for it. She hung it beside the looking glass in the hall, where no one could possibly miss it.”
It was a hand-made poster. Ted was the artist. She had used the plain ecru-tinted “scratch paper,” as the girls called it, that they all used in class for scribbling. An original drawing of Sue weeping over the sale of her treasures occupied the top space, while Ted stood on a chair, holding out articles invitingly. Underneath it read:
AUCTION!!!
To be held on Saturday forenoon, at the residence of Miss Sue Warner, 35 Elmwood Road. The personal belongings of Miss Warner and Miss Edwina Moore will be sold at a great sacrifice at ten o’clock sharp. The sale includes,
ANTIQUES! MYSTERY BOXES! BOOKS!
BEAUTIFUL POMPS AND VANITIES!
RARE CANDIES! ONE KITTEN!
Various toilette articles, and all the interesting and valuable objects of art which made Miss Moore’s room in Calvert Hall, the past winter, a place of diversion and envy.
“The resident girls are all coming to the sale,” Ted announced, happily, shutting one eye, as she looked at the announcement. “I think that is very enticing and mysterious, don’t you, Polly?”
“It’s lovely,” Polly declared, delightedly. “Let’s send out copies of it to everybody.”