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my guest at lunch today, Betty. We go to first
lunch, I believe, and it ought to be good, though
I suppose you are as fed up on turkey and stuff
as I am."

"Yes," brightly returned Betty -- "turkey and
stuff _ing._ But I'd never get tired of it and I
doubt if we have it this noon."

"No, of course not. I mean that appetite
might not be all that it sometimes is."

"Watch me," laughed Betty. "I may not want
much, but by noon I'm always ready to feed
the 'inner man.' And thank you, but I think
I'd better be my own guest."

"Please, Betty," Lucia persuaded. "I've a
plan."

"Good. I'll love to hear it. And I want to
talk to you about joining the Lyon 'Y'. Did you
know that they made me president of it? We
want to have a membership campaign and make
it a big group. Please think about joining it,
won't you?

"Why yes, I might, if it isn't too much work.
What do they do? I've never paid much atten-
tion to it."

Betty explained, as they sat down in the home
room to wait for the bell that called them to
order. She told about their meetings, referring
to the time she had been at the camp, and de-

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