Peachy carried away these spoils chuckling, and hid them carefully behind the summer-house.
Then she racked her brains and composed what she considered a suitable and telling invitation: "To all who'd love a Fairy Fete I beg you come, and don't be late, We offer fun that will not wait.
"The time is fixed for half-past four, You'll have to squat upon the floor, We ask you all--but can't do more.
"Our summer-house is small but handy, Indeed we think the place most dandy, We're going to try and make you candy.
"So leave your game of basket-ball, And come and make a friendly call, You'll find a welcome for you all.
"From "Your Fairy Godmothers." Peachy wrote her effusion upon a sheet torn from her best pad, folded it, sought out Olive and handed it to her, telling her to pass it round the form.

The juniors grinned at its contents.

They had felt themselves neglected, but were quite ready to forgive past omissions on the strength of a present invitation.
"Better late than never," decreed Doris.

"I suppose we'll go ?" "It sounds as if it might be rather nice," agreed the others.
So once more the Camellia Buds were placed in the position of hostesses.
Owing to the difficulty of the catering they judged it best to make the candy before the very eyes of their guests, so that they might see for themselves how little there was of it and not grouse if the supply only ran to one bit apiece.
"Otherwise they might think we'd had first go and only given them the leavings," remarked Peachy, who was a born diplomat.
They had counted on borrowing the spirit-lamp which the seniors used for brewing their after-dinner coffee, but at the last moment they found the bottle of methylated spirit was empty.
"What a nuisance! There's no time to send for more.

Never mind! We won't be 'done.' Let's light a camp-fire and cook on that.