"I can't touch him, Prudence,--I simply can't," she whimpered. "We
shoved him in with the broom handle before."

And as no one else was willing to touch it, and as the Ladies clustered
together in confusion, and with much laughter, in the far corner of the
other room, Prudence brought the broom and the not unwilling toad was
helped to other quarters.

"Now go," said Prudence quickly, and Lark was swift to avail herself of
the permission.

Followed a quiet hour, and then the Ladies put aside their sewing and
walked about the room, chatting in little groups. With a significant
glance to Fairy, Prudence walked calmly to the double doors between the
dining-room and the sitting-room. The eyes of the Ladies followed her
with interest and even enthusiasm. They were hungry. Prudence slowly
opened wide the doors, and--stood amazed! The Ladies clustered about
her, and stood amazed also. The dining-room was there, and the table!
But the appearance of the place was vastly different! The snowy cloth
was draped artistically over a picture on the wall, the lowest edges
well above the floor. The plates and trays, napkin-covered, were
safely stowed away on the floor in distant corners. The kitchen scrub
bucket had been brought in and turned upside down, to afford a fitting
resting place for the borrowed punch bowl, full to overflowing with
fragrant lemonade.

And at the table were three dirty, disheveled little figures, bending
seriously over piles of mud. A not-unrecognizable Venus de Milo
occupied the center of the table. Connie was painstakingly at work on
some animal, a dog perhaps, or possibly an elephant. And----