santly.

"Come here, Dexie," and Edith turned to where Dexie was evoking sweet music
from the organ. "May we go to your house to make the badges?"

"That depends on what night you wish to come. If to-morrow evening is too
soon to appoint for the meeting, you could come Saturday. You know I have
to be at the church on Friday evening."

"To be sure! I forgot about the meeting, and there is to be choir practice
afterwards, so I'm engaged for Friday evening as well. How shall we arrange
it?" and Edith looked inquiringly around the group.

"Put it to vote," and Frank Fenerty rose to his feet. "Hands up now for
to-morrow night at Miss Sherwood's--or not there at all, is that it?"

"No," Dexie laughingly replied; "our latch-string is out every night, but
neither Gussie nor I would be at home Friday evening."

"What is to prevent us from accepting Miss Sherwood's invitation for
Thursday. I would rather go there than any other place in town," said the
truthful fellow, having long admired Gussie from afar.

"We have to buy the material before we can meet to make it up," Edith
replied. "Great Scott! how much material do you want to buy anyhow," said
Fenerty. "I could buy out a store while you ladies were selecting the
ribbons for your neck."

While they were speaking, Mr. Traverse made his appearance, and learning
the cause of the discussion, presented a cheque for the amount needed to
renew the badges, and volunteered his services as "needle-threader" for the
evening.

"Come now, Traverse, you can't thread needles for the crowd," said Fred
Foster, "but if the ladies will only invite the male members, we will
promise to keep them supplied with threaded needles, _ad infinitum_."

"Have you decided to come to our house Thursday? If so, all members of the
T. and B. are invited, but we will keep you gentlemen up to your promise in
regard to the needle-threading, so let no one imagine he can come and shirk
his duty," and the group separated.

The next evening the parlor of the Sherwoods presented a busy scene.
Several small tables placed about the room were surrounded by groups, whose
nimble fingers cut and sewed the bunches of ribbon that were provided; and
as there were several "needle-threaders" for every group, there seemed no
reason why the work should not progress with the greatest of despatch. The
ever-increasing pile of finished badges which appeared on the several
tables gave evidence that their fingers were as nimb