"And Father says Joe does the lists so well," said Jasper heartily; "he sticks at it every day like a leech, and there can't anything get him off to play till the hour is over."
"Well, I don't see how he can," said Alexia, drawing a long breath. "Dear me, it would just tire me to death. Why, Polly Pepper!" Alexia threw clown her pen and stared at her. "When is the first meeting to be?"
"Why, you know," said Polly, writing away, laboriously; "next Wednesday evening, of course."
"Well, we don't say so," said Alexia. "How in the world are they to know?"
The other members of the Committee stopped work immediately and glanced ruefully at the little pile of notices accumulating in the middle of the table.
"We can never write those all over," began Polly tragically.
Pickering put out a long hand and picked out from the pile the one he had written.
"I shall just write, 'Wednesday evening, July 21st,' down in one corner," he said.
"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Alexia, her face brightening; "I shall do mine so"—pulling out her scrawls from the heap of notices.
"But we don't tell where the meeting is to be," said Jasper after they had all fallen to work again.