“But don’t you think almanacs make mistakes sometimes?” asked Polly
“I’ll ask Mother right away; and you’ll ask, too, won’t you, Mae? Can you stop in this evening? I do hope it’ll be all right!”
“So do we!” said Ned and Laurie, in a breath. “Rather!”
And the Committee on Arrangements hurried away.
That night the committee met again in Dan Whipple’s room in West Hall and satisfactory progress was reported all along the line. Ned read a list of donations from the town merchants, and announced that twelve young ladies from the high school would be on hand, appropriately attired, to take charge of the booths. Lew Cooper showed proofs of the poster that was to be displayed in windows and tacked on posts and fences, and of the four-inch, double-column advertisement to appear in the “Messenger.” Dan reported that Mr. Wells, the physical director, had promised to see that the best six members of the gymnastic team should exhibit afternoon and evening.
“That means, though,” he said, “that we’ll have to have some kind of a platform. Better make a note of that, Lew.”
“Platforms cost money,” answered Lew, dubiously. “Maybe we can borrow—I’ll tell you what! There’s one stored over in the field-house, one they use to set the dressing-tent on. It’s in two pieces,—sections,—but I guess it’s big enough. We’ll see if we can’t get the use of it.”
“Good! Better ask Mr. Wells, Say, Hal, did you see Norris?”