Brenda, Her School and Her Club
Copyright© 2024 by Helen Leah Reed
Chapter 25: The Bazaar
The sun, after all, did shine on Wednesday morning, and The Four and their assistants arrived bright and early at Mrs. Blair’s.
By ten o’clock everything was in order for patrons, and really the arrangement of the tables reflected great credit on the young girls. The table of fancy handiwork was loaded with beautiful articles. There was Nora’s afghan with its rich, warm stripes, there was Belle’s fine embroidery, —centre piece, doilies, and other dainty bits chiefly for the dining-room. I cannot truly say that Brenda, though giving liberally, had contributed very much that was made by her own hands, and I have an idea that if the bottom drawer of her bureau had been examined, it would have been found to contain the majority of the unfinished things over which at one time or another she had been so enthusiastic. Not even her zeal for the Bazaar had enabled her to disentangle that confusion of odds and ends.
Some of the older girls at school had contributed beautiful things. One had copied an old French miniature and had had it framed in gilt. Another had painted a set of tiny chocolate cups. There were some exquisite picture frames covered in old brocade brought over from Europe by another girl, and still a third had sent some wood carvings done in a peculiar style which she had learned at Venice. An uncle of Edith’s who was a publisher, had sent a number of finely bound books. Then there were many smaller and less expensive things, so that it seemed as if every taste must be suited.
“Oh, how lovely,” exclaimed Ruth as she stood for a moment beside the flower table which Edith, Julia and Ruth had spent an hour or more in decorating.
“Where did you get those beautiful orchids?” asked Edith.
“Why Edith Blair,” answered Julia, “I should think that you ought to recognize your own possessions. Your mother sent these in from your greenhouse in Brookline.”
Edith laughed good-humoredly. “I thought that they had a kind of familiar look, but then other people have orchids, too.”
“Well other people have been generous, as well as your mother. I have quantities of violets besides these on the tables, and the most beautiful roses, and see this dozen of maiden hair fern in little pots. Almost every plant has been engaged by some of the girls at the tables. They are to be left with me until evening.”
“What will you do with things that are left over?”
“Oh, I have been told to do with them as I like, and probably they will be sent to the Children’s Hospital. Shouldn’t you think that a good idea, Edith?”
“Oh, yes, the very best in the world; it would be fun to go up on the same day and see what the children say to them.”
“Yes, provided we really do have anything left over. Of course it would be better if we could sell everything in the room.”
“Yes, of course, when you can leave do come over to my table for a minute; I want to ask your opinion about arranging something. It’s awfully hard to combine the colors, and in some way Frances and I never agree exactly about things, though I try to see things as she does,” and Edith walked off, sighing a little over her weight of responsibility, for she had complete charge of the fancy-work table with Frances Pounder as chief assistant. Other girls from their group of friends were to relieve them at intervals during the day, but the responsibility of seeing that there were always two attendants at the table fell entirely on Edith.
Belle had complete charge of the refreshment room, which was a small room off the dancing hall where the other tables were set. Brenda and she had chosen this department, but the latter had declined any responsibility. “I wish to be free to move anywhere; I just hate having to stay in one spot, so ask as many others as you wish, Belle.” Thus Belle had surrounded herself with half a dozen of the younger girls, and she was able to assume an air of authority over them that would have been impossible with the girls of her own age.
There were three or four little round tables in this room beside the larger one covered with boxes and baskets of bonbons. At the little tables the girls were to serve ices to all who wished them.
“Dear me,” fretted Belle as she and Brenda stood surveying the room. “Dear me! I wish that we had a larger room. This is going to be awfully crowded if we have many people, and there will surely be a crowd before evening. I don’t see what we shall do.”
“Can’t they take turns?” asked one of the younger girls, who happened to be standing near. “We could not have more than a dozen at a time, I should think.”
“Oh, you don’t know anything about it, Annie Bell,” exclaimed Belle in a tone that brought tears to the eyes of the younger girl. “Of course I don’t expect that every one who comes to the Bazaar will rush in here the first thing, but we ought to have had a larger room. I’m almost sorry that I said that I would take charge of this part of the Bazaar. It’s going to be a great deal more fun outside.”
“Ah, well!” replied Brenda, consolingly, “you won’t have to stay in here all the time, the girls can look after things, and besides I am not going to be away all the time.”
“Oh, no,” said Belle, “if I undertake a thing I always calculate to carry it through. Some one has to be here at the money table all the time, or else things will get dreadfully mixed up.”
“Well, I’m sorry that you feel so,” said Brenda. “But as long as there is no one here now I will go off for a while and see how Nora is getting on at the surprise table.”
As Brenda went off, Belle sat down at the little table which answered for cashier’s desk. She had already taken in two dollars for bonbons, although as yet the Bazaar had had but a few patrons. Toward noon about forty altogether had visited the Bazaar. Among these were several elderly ladies and gentlemen, and a number of nurses with children who patronized chiefly the surprise table and the refreshment room, and Belle had her hands full making change, and correcting the errors of her young assistants with whom arithmetic was evidently not a strong point.
At about one o’clock the attendants at the Bazaar began to go down to the dining-room where Mrs. Blair had had a luncheon spread for them.
“How’s business?” asked Belle of Nora, as they sat there over their salad and cocoa.
“Oh, fine,” replied the latter, expressively, if inelegantly. “I’ve taken nearly twenty dollars, and the table looks as if hardly a thing had been touched. Julia and Ruth have done a great deal better, of course, and I wouldn’t dare say how much Edith and Frances have made. They sold that set of chocolate cups for twenty dollars to old Mrs. Bean.”
“That was more than they were worth,” interrupted Belle.
“Oh, I don’t know, they were LOVELY, there was ever so much work on them.”
“Well, I suppose at a Bazaar, a thing is worth what any one is willing to pay for it, but still, even if I could afford it, I would not pay twenty dollars for those cups. I didn’t like the shape.”
“You’re too fussy, Belle, about little things; I’ve heard ever so many other persons admiring those cups, and Mrs. Bean thought that they were beautiful.”
“Well, what else have they sold?”
“I can hardly tell, I’ve been so busy myself, but the table begins to look just a little bare, at least in spots, and I know that even Frances thinks that they have done very well. You know it’s a great deal for her to be contented with anything.”
“Well, I wish I could get some one to change with me this afternoon, I’m awfully tired of that little refreshment room. It will be more fun in the evening, but——”
“You ought to make Brenda take charge for an hour or two.”
“Who in the world could ever make Brenda do anything?”
“I know she’s a kind of a will-o’-the-wisp, and she feels as if she were managing everything and everybody here, but then that does not hurt us and it pleases her.”
Here Belle remembered that it was always her custom to stand up for Brenda, and in the fashion which is always rather annoying to the person who has not intended any offence, she said, “Why of course we all understand Brenda, and for my part I think that she is exactly right. Of course, she was the one who planned this whole thing, and except for her no one would have tried to do a thing for the Rosas.”
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