The Woodcraft Girls in the City. Roy Lillian Elizabeth

      Thereupon Nita danced The Bridge song to the satisfaction of her audience. They applauded and encored until she laughingly consented to treat them to their favourite dances. Many of these were steps invented by Nita to improve upon the old folk dances. When the girl, breathless, finally sat down, the other girls complimented her to her heart’s content.

      “I wish we could learn that bridge song and dance it for Miss Miller as a surprise,” suggested Zan.

      “Let’s do it!” abetted Elena.

      “We ought to complete our carpentry work first,” ventured May.

      “We haven’t any extra class studies at home this week so we might carpenter in the afternoons and dance at night,” eagerly said Nita.

      “Why not come over to my house at eight and I will have the rugs and furniture moved out of the living-room. Anne and I will be all alone this evening as the others are going out,” added Frances Mason.

      “That’s fine! Who can meet at the Masons’ at eight to-night?” called Zan, looking about at the Woodcrafters.

      “We surely will – every one of us,” accepted Hilda.

      “Well, don’t waste our time making us wait for you. If someone can’t come let her telephone before meeting-time,” advised Anne Mason.

      “Hoh! Anne doesn’t know us yet! Catch a Woodcrafter being late when there’s any fun going!” laughed Jane.

      Every member was there before eight that night, Eleanor having been notified over the telephone. A merry evening was enjoyed with dancing and singing and most of the girls were sure the French Folk Song could be mastered for a private exhibition on Saturday if they had one more evening’s practise.

      “To-morrow is Thursday and some of us are booked to go to those Burton-Holmes Lectures, but we might all meet again on Friday night?” suggested Zan.

      “Some of us could meet to-morrow and practise, and then all meet Friday,” added Hilda.

      “Where do you want to meet Friday – come to my house,” invited Jane.

      As the Huberts had a large house with a splendid living-room, it offered excellent facilities for dancing, so the girls gladly accepted the invitation.

      Shortly after nine o’clock Friday night, while the Woodcrafters were cooling off and talking about their successful dancing lesson of the French song, Mrs. Hubert opened the door and peeped in.

      “When you finish dancing maybe you’ll come to the kitchen and help me make some fudge?” hinted she.

      “We’re all through!” cried Zan, jumping up and running for the door.

      “So we are when there’s fudge on the programme,” laughed Elena.

      But fudge was not the only candy made that night. As Saturday morning was a “lazy day” for school-girls, they could sleep an hour later than usual. So there was no haste to get home and to bed that night.

      “Mrs. Hubert, you always promised to give us the recipe for your fudge – it is so good!” exclaimed Elena.

      “Why, I’ll tell you right now, and you can watch me make it, too,” replied Mrs. Hubert.

      “Lena, write it down to enter in our Tally,” said Zan.

      As Mrs. Hubert itemised the ingredients for Elena to write down, she measured out the quantities for the candy.

      “One cup of granulated sugar, one cup of powdered sugar, one and a half cakes of Baker’s chocolate, a lump of butter about the size of a walnut, two-thirds of a cup of milk, and any flavour desired. I shall use vanilla to-night as most girls like that.