And though during the day many delightful crises were precipitated, the most interesting were the expressions that devastated Polk Hayes’s and Lee Greenfield’s faces as they came around the side of the house to see what all that hammering was about.

“Caroline!” exclaimed Lee, in perfect agony, as he beheld the lady of his ardent, though long-restrained, affections poised across the wheel of the wagon tugging at the middle of a heavy plank which Mrs. Dodd and I were pushing up to her, while Mamie, the mother of seven, stood firmly on top of the wagon guiding it into place.

“Help!” gasped Polk, as he started to take the ax from Jane by force.

Then we all stopped while Jane quietly gurgled the molasses of the situation to them, and sent them on down the street sadder and wiser men.  I thought Polk was going to cry on her shoulder before he was finally persuaded to go and leave us to our fate, and the expression on Lee’s face as he looked up at torn, dirty, perspiring Caroline, with a smudge on her nose and blood on her hand from an absolutely insignificant scratch, was such as ought to have been on Ned’s face as he ought to have been standing by Mamie with the asafetida bottle.  That’s mixed up but the Five ought to catch the point.

It took up all of Saturday afternoon and part of Monday morning, but we built those tables, thereby disciplining masculine Glendale with a severity that I didn’t think could have been in us.

We all rested on Sunday, that is, ostensibly.  Jane put down all sorts of things on paper that everybody had to do on Monday and on Tuesday.  Henrietta sat by her in a state of trance and it did me good to see Sallie out in the hammock at Widegables taking care of both the Kit and the Pup, laboriously assisted by panting Aunt Dilsie, because Jane explained to her so beautifully that she needed a lot of Henrietta’s time, that Sallie acquiesced with good-natured bewilderment.  Of course, Cousin Jasmine helped her some, but she was busy aiding Cousin Martha to beat up some mysterious eggs in the kitchen—­with the shutters shut because it was Sunday.  It was something that takes two days to “set” and was to be the piece de resistance, after the barbecue.

Mrs. Hargrove couldn’t help Sallie at all with the kiddies, either, because she was looking through all her boxes and bundles for a letter from her son, which she thought said something about favoring woman’s rights, and if it is like she thinks it is, she is going to go to the barbecue and get things nice and hot instead of having them brought to her cold.