“Then why don’t you take a chance to show off his candlesticks and get the women raving too?”
“Oh, women!” deplored Babs. “They want to know everything. I wouldn’t wonder but they would go right down among the Italians and offer to give them lessons in making macaroni. They couldn’t imagine the foreign women knowing anything, I suppose. No Cara, please don’t say anything about it. I’ll have to wait and see how things turn out. I can’t, just can’t take a chance on hurting poor little Nicky and Vicky.”
“All right, girl,” Cara answered gaily. “Here you are,” and she pulled up expertly to the side steps of Babs’ old homestead. “See you later. I’ll call——”
“Dad will be driving out, thanks Cara,” Barbara interrupted her in her offer. “We have to go out in the family car once in a while you know, or folks might think we pawned it,” she finished, trying to joke about the old car that Dr. Hale drove around in. It went, and that was all that he could ask of any car, according to him.
Later that day these same two girls entered enthusiastically into the plans for the exhibit. No one could have guessed they were not “heart and soul with the project” which was the way Miss Mary-Louise Trainor said every one ought to be for establishing a Community House.
“Might as well have some fun out of it,” Cara told Barbara.
“Might better,” Barbara agreed with Cara.
“But the crazy quilts; are we supposed to go crazy over them? Aren’t they hideous?”
“We’re apt to go crazy over them,” Barbara continued in the same bantering strain. “Ought to call this a Crazy Show.”
“Judging from the way some of the women are acting,” Cara whispered, for the girls were busy sorting the goods arriving, “we’ll be lucky if it doesn’t turn out to be a prize-fight.”