Easter was drawing near, and Ruth Clinton took upon herself the task of arranging special services for the children.

She was going ahead with her plans when her aunt, with some bitterness, advised her to consult the "King of Babylon"-- (a title surreptitiously accorded Percival by the unforgiving lady)--before committing herself too deeply to the enterprise.
"It would be just like him to cut Easter out of the calendar altogether," said she.
"He cannot possibly have any objection to an Easter service," protested Ruth, her brow puckering.
"There's no telling what he will object to," said Mrs.Spofford.
"He is really quite tenderhearted, and awfully fond of children, you know.

I am sure he will be very much pleased with the--Besides," she broke off to say with considerable heat, "Mr.Percival is not as high and mighty as he imagines himself to be.

Other people have something to say about the management of this camp.

You forget,--and so does he perhaps,--that we have a council of ten.