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Updated: June 5, 2025
District presidents and chairmen of committees: Dora Kirkpatrick, Janet C. Broeck, Elizabeth Burt, Ethel Lewis, Mrs. H. J. Bonnell, Mrs. O. A. Mitscher, Mrs. C. C. Conlan, Effie M. Ralls, E. Irene Yeoman.
"I'm afraid he's going to spoil himself by becoming eligible. He has been telling me a lot about the business to-night." "Ho! Nat Bonnell could always talk." Eloise's arms closed around her. "There's only one source of supply, mother. Nat has found Him. I am finding Him. We shall not want. What do you think I have here for you? Grandfather gave it to me."
Bonnell, who had crossed from the table to receive her, she asked: "Who is that strikingly tall figure in the Jack o' Lantern costume. I did not know we had so tall a girl in the school." "I am sure I do not know, Miss Woodhull. She came in after the dancing began. She sustains the character well, doesn't she?" "I wish to know who she is.
That is the reason, Eloise," the mother's voice became impressive to the verge of solemnity, "why I feel that Dr. Ballard is almost a providence." The girl's clear eyes were reflective. "Nat Bonnell is a wave who wouldn't remember a girl who had slipped out of the swim." "Very wise of him," returned Mrs. Evringham emphatically. "He can't afford to.
Just use your wits," and Tweedle-dum flitted back to be swallowed up in the crowd of girls who, once more restored to an equable frame of mind were laughing merrily, everyone asking everyone else if she knew who the Jack o' Lantern really was. This very fact was sufficient reassurance for Mrs. Bonnell.
Bonnell was skeptical, but it was a case of "needs must when the de'il drives," and Juno Daphne came as substitute cook. Then Mrs. Bonnell's trials began. One morning girl after girl left her fried smelts untasted though ordinarily they were a rare delicacy in that part of the world. Mrs. Bonnell investigated. What was the trouble? Had Juno prepared them properly? "Yas'm I did.
That spring settled his fate with Miss Woodhull: No girl in Leslie Manor could have performed such a feat, and all the dancers were staring speechless. It was the ominous silence before the storm. "That masquerader is not a girl, Miss Bonnell! It is some boy! Who has perpetrated this outrage? Miss Baylis, order all the outer doors closed and guarded and a thorough search made.
"Perhaps, after all, you will be able to wait for a little more chin than Miss Caton has. Of course she's a very nice girl and all that." Bonnell smiled at the carpet. They talked on for half an hour of mutual friends over cups of tea, and then he rose to go. "Eloise will be sorry!" said Mrs. Evringham effusively. "It's such a long way out here and so difficult for you to get the time.
I just done fry 'em." "Did you clean and wash them carefully?" persisted Mrs. Bonnell. "No'm. Dey's such triflin' fish I ain' see no sense 'n botherin' ter clean and wash 'em." The next morning such smelts as had been left uncooked for the previous breakfast, came to the table a truly tempting sight, but with the first mouthful a distinct murmur arose and Mrs. Bonnell exclaimed: "Mercy upon me!
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