His costume was of her making, even to the bludgeon which he carried.

"Nobody could guess that it was only an old Indian club painted red to hide the lumps of sealing-wax I had to stick on to make the regulation knots," she whispered to Keith's father, who sat next her.

"And no one would ever dream that the ogre is Joe Clark.

I had hard work to persuade him to take the part, but an invitation to my camping party next week proved to be effective bait.

And such a time as I had to get Ranald's costume! I was about to ask Betty to change his name, when Elise found that Mardi Gras frog at some costumer's.