Promptly at three, Azalea was in the hall, and Elise joined her, ready
for the trip.
"I mean to mail these in New York," said Elise, who carried a handful of
letters.
"I will too," returned Azalea, who also had a number of them in her
hand. "Let's take these that are on the hall table,--they go quicker if
we mail them in the city."
"All right," said Elise, carelessly, and Azalea, with a stealthy look
about, picked up the big pile of addressed mail that lay on the table.
No one was looking and she deftly slipped out from the lot the letter
Farnsworth had written to Mr. Thorpe,--and pocketed it.
Going out the door, she handed the rest of the letters, with her own, to
the chauffeur, to mail, and then got into the car after Elise.
Away they went, chattering blithely about the Fair, and the enormous lot
of work yet to be done for it.
"There are so many working with us," observed Elise, "that it seems a
big job of itself to keep them in order."
"It all amazes me," returned Azalea. "I never saw people work as hard as
you and Patty do. And you accomplish such a lot! And yet, you never get
flustered or hurried, or--"
"That's partly the result of long experience in these bazaar affairs,
and partly because we both have a sort of natural efficiency. That's a
much used word, Zaly, but it means a lot after all."
"Yes, it does. What's your booth, Elise?"
"It isn't exactly a booth.
Pages:
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123