Part 19 (2/2)

”You're real quick at figures, aren't you? Seems as if, though, counting on three hundred, you'd be a little short. I'll have Aunt Persis make one of her marble-cakes. That'll help out, I guess.”

”Yes'm; thanks awfully,” answered Ned.

”Who is going to serve the refreshments?”

”Why-why-” Ned's face fell. ”I guess we hadn't thought of that!”

”Well, it makes a heap of difference, because you can make a quart of ice-cream serve ten people or twenty, just as you've a mind to. I usually count on sixteen. Same way with a loaf of cake, and same way with salad. It's awfully easy to waste salad when you're serving it.

Now, if you'd like me to, Ned, I'll attend to serving everything for you. You just have the things set down there and I'll look after them.”

”Oh, Miss Hillman, if you would! Gee, that would be great! It-it'll be a lot of trouble, though, ma'am.”

”Well, I guess it won't be the first trouble I've seen,” replied Miss Tabitha, dryly; ”nor it won't be the last!”

Thursday afternoon Laurie hurried over to the Coventry place as soon as a two-o'clock recitation was done. Bob was awaiting him at the gate, and conducted him around to the back of the big square house. Ned stared in surprise. The tangle of trees and vines and shrubbery had been trimmed to orderly neatness, the long, unkempt gra.s.s had been shorn to a yellow, but respectable, turf, and the old arbor showed new strips where Thomas, the Starlings' man, had been at work on the decrepit frame. Near at hand lay piles of cedar and hemlock branches.

”Dad got a couple of the men to cut those down near the tunnel and haul them up here.” Bob explained. ”Thomas is going to help us put them up.

He made a peachy job of the garden, didn't he?”

”You bet!” responded Laurie, heartily. ”I wouldn't have known the place!

I say, Bob, this arbor's longer than I thought it was.”

”Forty feet, about. Why?”

”I only ordered six tables and a dozen chairs from the caterer,”

answered Laurie, dubiously. ”Guess they aren't enough; but he's charging twenty-five cents apiece for them-”

”Twenty-five cents for a table? Isn't that dirt-cheap?”

”We're only renting them, you idiot!”

”Oh, I see. Well, six is enough, I guess; you don't want to crowd them.

Now let's get busy with the green stuff. I'll yell down cellar for Thomas. There's a ball of twine, and I've got two hammers and a lot of tacks on the side porch. You take your coat off and I'll-”

”We'll have to have a step-ladder, Bob!”

”There's a short ladder right beside you. Be right back.”

Laurie sat down on a wheelbarrow, after removing his coat and folding back the sleeves of his s.h.i.+rt, and looked around him. The garden was fairly large-larger in appearance since the clutter of shrubbery along the sides had been cleared away. Along the School Park edge ran a tall hedge of lilac bushes. At the back was the high board fence, painted dark brown, that separated the garden from the Widow Deane's humble property. On the other side was a rusty ornamental iron fence, mostly hidden by vines. Broad walks, in spite of Thomas's efforts rather overrun with weeds, surrounded the central plot of ancient turf, and another ran straight down the middle of the garden, connecting with the arbor. Wires were to be strung from the trees and across to the arbor, and Chinese lanterns hung thereon. Laurie, half closing his eyes, sought to visualize the place as it would appear on Sat.u.r.day. He did want the affair to be a success, both financial and artistic, both on account of the school and-well, for the honor of the Turners! While he was musing, two things happened simultaneously: Bob and Thomas appeared from the house, and a familiar voice came to him from the opposite direction.

”Nod!” called the voice. ”Nod, will you please come here a moment?”

Laurie's eyes sought the board fence. Over the top of it appeared the head and shoulders of Polly. He left the wheelbarrow and hurried through the arbor and down the walk beyond. Polly's face indicated distress, whether mental or physical Laurie couldn't determine. But Polly's first words explained.

”I can't stay here l-long,” she said. ”I-I'm just hanging by my elbows.

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