"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.
At this second fright no one seemed to be able to speak. It was Alexia who
first found her voice.
"Why not put it in the other corner?" she said.
"And that just balances," said Jasper, holding one of his notices up when
the two additions had been made, "so it really looks better than ever."
"But we mustn't make any more blunders," observed Pickering wisely, "for we
haven't any extra corners to go to now."
"Oh, we aren't going to make any," declared Alexia, "and we will soon be
through, thank goodness!"--as the pens set up lively work once more.
"I hope so." Polly gave a long sigh. "Oh, dear me! it wouldn't be one-half
so hard to do cooking for the Club, as to write a single one of these
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