They were all anxious, therefore, to get the Fair under way, and to hold it while Elise was still there.
So things were being pushed, and the committees were hard at work.

There were innumerable errands to the city, and nearly every day the big car went down and returned laden with materials for the work.
Promptly at three, Azalea was in the hall, and Elise joined her, ready for the trip.
"I mean to mail these in New York," said Elise, who carried a handful of letters.
"I will too," returned Azalea, who also had a number of them in her hand.

"Let's take these that are on the hall table,--they go quicker if we mail them in the city." "All right," said Elise, carelessly, and Azalea, with a stealthy look about, picked up the big pile of addressed mail that lay on the table.
No one was looking and she deftly slipped out from the lot the letter Farnsworth had written to Mr.Thorpe,--and pocketed it.
Going out the door, she handed the rest of the letters, with her own, to the chauffeur, to mail, and then got into the car after Elise.
Away they went, chattering blithely about the Fair, and the enormous lot of work yet to be done for it.
"There are so many working with us," observed Elise, "that it seems a big job of itself to keep them in order." "It all amazes me," returned Azalea.

"I never saw people work as hard as you and Patty do.

And you accomplish such a lot! And yet, you never get flustered or hurried, or--" "That's partly the result of long experience in these bazaar affairs, and partly because we both have a sort of natural efficiency.