“Good!” called out all the girls at once, and came flocking around Mrs. Bryan and Winona for orders. But Mrs. Bryan wouldn’t give any.
“You manage it, Ray of Light!” said she as Winona turned to her.
“We want sandwiches and fruit punch and cakes, and—we can’t get ice-cream this late at night,” she remembered.
“We can get oysters,” said Helen’s competent voice from behind a group of girls. “That oyster house down on Front Street is always open till twelve.”
“Then we can make creamed oysters—good!” said Winona. “Let’s see—sixteen couples—about fifty sandwiches, if you count three to a person. Six loaves of bread, about. Marie, you belong to a big family—do you think you have any bread in the house your family could part with?”
“Three loaves, anyway,” said Marie.
“I’ll bring the other three,” spoke up Elizabeth Greene, one of the new members.
They both threw on their wraps and hurried out. Fortunately, most of the girls lived close by.
“We’ll send Thomas for the oysters,” suggested Mrs. Bryan next. “None of you want to go to Front Street this time of night.”
She produced her purse from the pocket of her ceremonial dress, and went to send Thomas for the oysters.