She had little time to think about her own affairs, for with the date of the entertainment once set the days flew by on wings.  It was planned for the second Wednesday in April, which would come in the middle of the spring vacation, and thus give the girls a chance to rest after it was over.  Once in the midst of their preparations, the girls began to realize how big a thing they had undertaken, and were fearful that they should not be able to make it a financial success.  Fortunately their elders realized it, too, and came promptly to the rescue.  Mr. Hamilton offered to pay for the hall, Mr. Marshall agreed to provide the tables and chairs, and to pay for having the stage enlarged, and the Candle Club boys devoted themselves to their hard-working friends, and were ready to do anything to help.

As time went on the lofty ideals with which the girls had started gradually diminished in fervor.  At first they had planned to make the ice-cream and cake, but later they accepted with a gratitude that was almost pathetic Mrs. Hamilton’s offer to take upon her own shoulders the duty of providing both of these necessities.

In spite of all this assistance, however, the week before the performance passed in a mad whirl of rehearsals and preparation of costumes, topped off on the very day before by the making of candy and the doing of innumerable last things.  Even at nine o’clock on Tuesday evening Ruth and Arthur were still at work packing into paper boxes the crisp wafers which Ruth had engaged Mrs. Perrier to make for her.

“Fifteen, seventeen, nineteen,” murmured Ruth.  “Oh, dear, I’m so tired and sleepy I don’t know whether there are twenty-five or twenty-four in two dozen.”

“Go to bed then,” laughed Arthur, “and I’ll finish.  There are not many more, anyway, and you’ve got the hustle of your life before you to-morrow.”

Ruth pulled herself out of her chair slowly but with evident willingness.  “Some folks don’t give boys credit for being half so nice as they are, but I do,” she announced with a smile of sleepy gratitude as she started out of the room.

Wednesday morning the Town Hall was the scene of such excited animation that it was difficult to tell whether anything was being accomplished or not.  The Cooking Club girls and the Candle Club boys together with a dozen picked helpers had assembled to decorate the hall, and for the moment there seemed an endless confusion of boys, step-ladders, hammers and cheese-cloth.

“For goodness’ sake, Phil,” begged Dorothy, leaving a group of girls and running over to where Phil and Arthur were talking together, “won’t you and Arthur take the management of this decoration?  You’ve done it before and you know how it ought to look.”

“All right, your Majesty,” responded Phil.  “Come on, Art; let’s agree on a general scheme, and then you can boss this side of the room and I’ll take the other.”

“Ruth!  Ruth! you’re wanted,” called a half-dozen voices at once, and Ruth stopped her work to find John, Mr. Hamilton’s man, waiting at the door with a good-sized box.