order.

"Saturday afternoon is our usual time of meeting," she began, "and no
one can say that we haven't put in a solid afternoon of service."

Groans as one and another shifted a cramped position to another more
restful for weary feet confirmed her statement.

"What I want to say now is that it's time for us to be thinking up some
more service work. We are all studying pretty hard so we don't want to
undertake anything that will use up our out-of-door time too much, but
we haven't anything in prospect except helping with the town Fourth of
July celebration, over two months away, so we might as well be planning
something else."

"Do I understand, Madam President," asked Roger, "that the chief
officer of this distinguished Club hasn't any ideas to suggest?"

"The chief officer is so tired that not even another glass of
lemonade--thank you, Tom--can stir her gray matter."

"Hasn't anybody else any ideas?"

Silence greeted the question.

"I seem to remember boasts that ideas never would fail this brilliant
group," jeered Roger.

"There were some such remarks," James recalled meditatively; "and I
remember that you prophesied that the day would come when we'd call on