Again the women turned to talk amongst themselves. Finally, Lydia replied, “I think we could have that ready around the first Saturday in September.”
Smiles greeted the words. Even Ilse lavished on her a smile slightly less condescending than usual. “Of course! I'll head up the decorating committee. Lydia, will you take charge of the food and cooking contests? Rebecca, you can make the prize ribbons. What else?” She tapped her fingertip on her lip.
“Don't worry,” Rebecca said softly, “I'm sure we'll get it all straightened out. How about if we all think on it and meet next week with our decisions and assignments?”
Unable to refute the older woman's logic, Ilse acknowledged her with a nod. “All right, that's settled for now then. On to my next, and more difficult mission. You see, right
