“And my mother said I could make fudge to sell to my family and friends. She would give me the sugar and chocolate. Father ordered two pounds then and there—so that makes a dollar more that I shall have earned before next week,” said Joan.
“I can make good fudge, too. I’ll ask May if I may sell it!” exclaimed Julie.
“Our waitress left last night, and mother said she would pay me a quarter a night if I would wash the dishes. But I hate doing dishes. The greasy water gets all over your hands and then they smell so!” said Ruth, not willing to be left out of this working-community.
“Did you do them?” eagerly asked the girls.
“Of course not! I didn’t want to feel all warm and sticky for the rest of the evening. Besides, I manicured my nails so nicely just before dinner.”
“Dear me! I wish your mother would let me do them—for a quarter a night!” sighed Betty, anxiously.
“Even if she did, would you give that money to the Patrol?” wondered Ruth, doubtfully.
“Sure! Aren’t we all earning for the general good?”
“Well, I’ll ask mother if she’ll let you do them,” replied Ruth, magnanimously. She actually felt that she was bestowing a favor on Betty by allowing her to wash her dishes and donate the earnings to the camp-fund.