One evening as a number of young ladies were assembled in the pleasant rooms of the T. and B. Society, discussing a coming convention, the society’s Vice-President, Miss Edith Wolcott, said in decided tones: 

“Before this convention meets, we ought to make some new badges; these are positively disgraceful!  Will someone suggest something, or must I take the responsibility of seeing that this society has decent and respectable tokens of membership?”

“There can be but one opinion where the badges are concerned,” said Ada Chester, smiling, “so let us draw from the funds of the society sufficient money to purchase the material for new ones, then we can meet somewhere and make them up.”

“Capital legislation!  Now announce the place of meeting and the matter is settled,” and Frank Fenerty joined the group around the table.  “Better set the time and place of meeting without delay, for when you ladies begin to realize the amount of work which the making of these badges involves, you will each and all remember that you have a pressing engagement somewhere else.”

“That’s so,” said George Linton, as he drew a chair beside his friend; “but where’s Traverse?  As President of this society he ought to take the ladies at their word, and set them to work before their ardor has time to cool.”

“There is not a house in town so convenient for all as the Sherwoods,” said Ada Chester; then turning to Gussie she asked: 

“Could we go to your house to make up the badges, Miss Sherwood?”

“Certainly; that is, I think so.  Dexie is the acting manager at home, so you had better consult with her,” replied Gussie, pleasantly.

“Come here, Dexie,” and Edith turned to where Dexie was evoking sweet music from the organ.  “May we go to your house to make the badges?”

“That depends on what night you wish to come.  If to-morrow evening is too soon to appoint for the meeting, you could come Saturday.  You know I have to be at the church on Friday evening.”

“To be sure!  I forgot about the meeting, and there is to be choir practice afterwards, so I’m engaged for Friday evening as well.  How shall we arrange it?” and Edith looked inquiringly around the group.

“Put it to vote,” and Frank Fenerty rose to his feet.  “Hands up now for to-morrow night at Miss Sherwood’s—­or not there at all, is that it?”

“No,” Dexie laughingly replied; “our latch-string is out every night, but neither Gussie nor I would be at home Friday evening.”

“What is to prevent us from accepting Miss Sherwood’s invitation for Thursday.  I would rather go there than any other place in town,” said the truthful fellow, having long admired Gussie from afar.

“We have to buy the material before we can meet to make it up,” Edith replied.  “Great Scott! how much material do you want to buy anyhow,” said Fenerty.  “I could buy out a store while you ladies were selecting the ribbons for your neck.”