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freshmen, were to act merely as aids. The former two girls had been
assigned the "Baby Table" for the simple reason that there were not
enough upperclassmen to take charge, and they, of all the younger girls,
appeared most interested.

So anxious were they to have their booth look attractive, Marjorie and
Lily arose at six o'clock the morning of the bazaar, in order to
decorate it before breakfast. They secured white tissue paper, and with
this completely covered up all the dark boards. Here and there articles
were suspended by narrow pink and blue baby ribbon; and a great bowl of
pink roses stood on one side of the counter, while on the other side was
displayed a life-size doll, dressed in the most exquisite hand-made
layette. The effect as a whole was dainty and charming.

Soon after breakfast the other booths--for candy, sandwiches and
ice-cream, household goods, embroidery, basketry, toys, and what
not,--were all arranged, and Miss Phillips threw open the doors. Dressed
in their neat khaki uniforms, with spotless white aprons over their
skirts, the Girl Scouts presented an attractive appearance; and Captain
Phillips, gazing about her critically, felt that she had reason to be
proud of her girls and their accomplishments.

The morning was not a particularly busy one; only twenty or thirty
people from the village, besides a few of the pupils and teachers,
dropped in. Miss Phillips' expression began to grow more anxious as the
noon hour approached, and all the Scouts felt a trifle worried.

When the clock struck twelve, Marjorie picked up her almost empty candy
box for the tenth time to count the few coins that jingled forlornly
when she shook it. She knew what the result would be--she had sold only
two articles-but she repeated the process hopefully, as if by some
magic, the total might have increased. There were exactly two dollars.

"Do you suppose it is because our things aren't pretty?" she asked Lily,
although she really could not conceive of anything more exquisite than
the diminutive garments on the table.

But Lily reassured her. "You just wait!" she answered; "the big crowd'll
come this afternoon! Don't forget those wonderful posters Frances and
Edith made--they ought to bring the buyers!"

"I hope they do!" said Marjorie, somewhat cheered by the other girl's
words. "Especially after all the trouble we had putting them up!"

Both girls laughed at the recollection of climbing posts, entering
stores,