“Good. Let’s start tomorrow. And, Judy,” Lynne said with that dazzling smile Judy loved, “I don’t expect to exploit my young helper. While I can’t pay you a salary, your mother will not have to pay any tuition for you—or she can pay and you receive it back as a bonus. That’s the arrangement we have with Claire, except that she lived with us and was able to take advantage of music events—and dates! Judy, you’ll get good experience as a junior councilor-in-training. Do you like the idea?”
“I think it’s absolutely terrific. I never dreamed of anything like that. I can hardly wait to tell Karl.”
Lynne looked a little bewildered. “Karl? Who’s he?”
“He’s a boy I met, a music student. He believes that everyone, I mean boys and girls, should help the family earn money.”
“Oh? And at what tender age does he suggest one starts?”
Before Judy could answer, the swimmers returned, dripping pools of water around them and demanding that Lynne and Judy join them for a last swim.
Lynne got up and addressed the little circle, calling them by name, “Allen, Mrs. Lurie, Mrs. Freiborg, Anne, I have an announcement to make. I want to present a new member of the Festival Day Camp staff, Judy, our new junior councilor.”
There was a faint gasp from Mrs. Lurie. Then everyone applauded and went joyfully to the pool for that last dip.
8
SMUGGLER’S CAFÉ
It was undeniably rewarding, Judy discovered, to be suddenly elevated to the position of junior councilor. She received the congratulations of her mother, still in a mild state of shock, and an enthusiastic pat of assurance from her father.