s, and Doctor Hugh,
who spent at least one week-end each month with her, brought back
glowing accounts of her progress along the road to health. He
managed to get away to spend her birthday with her and personally
carried her the gifts and notes and loving wishes of the three
girls, Aunt Trudy, Winnie and close friends who also remembered.

Almost before the snow had gone, talk of the March fair began to
engage the attention of the Eastshore school pupils. This was an
annual event and there was much rivalry between the three schools as
to which should turn in the most money. The proceeds of the fair
went to the Memorial Hospital in Bennington, rather had gone into
the building fund until this year for the hospital had recently
been completed. The high and grammar and primary schools, each had
tables and exhibits and there was always a large attendance during
the Friday afternoon and Saturday the fair was under way.

"The high school is going to have a cafeteria," reported Rosemary at
dinner one night. "I wish we'd thought of that. The boys are going
to wear white aprons and caps and stand behind the tables and serve
the food, while the girls act as waitresses and carry out the dishes
and look after the silver. They want every one to eat their supper
there Friday and Saturday night."

"All right, we'll come," promised Aunt Trudy. "Hugh can meet us
there, can't you, Hugh?"

"Of course," he agreed. "But I'm saving my money for the grammar and
primary school tables--I want that understood. I'll treat you all to
supper, and please Jack Welles at the same time, but the real
expenditures of this family must be where they'll count for the
lower grades."

The three girls beamed upon him approvingly.

"I'm going to have charge of the cake table," said Rosemary. "Tell
Winnie to buy our Sunday cake from me, won't you, Aunt Trudy? I
have ten different kinds of icings to make--every one of the girls
has asked me to ice her cake, because they say I always have good
luck."

"I hope you'll use sugar and not salt," murmured the doctor
wickedly.

"Oh, Hugh, wasn't that soup too dreadful!" said Rosemary, shuddering
at the recollection. "I know perfectly well I didn't put in too much
salt and yet no one else seasoned it--I wish I knew how it
happened."

"Let it go as a mystery," advised her brother. "What are you going
to do in the fair line, Sarah?" he added, turning to her.

"Sell gold fish," she answered placidly. "What ar