MISS GIBBIE GAULT
THE GUILD OF GOSSIPS
The Needlework Guild, which met every Thursday at eleven o'clock, on
this particular Thursday was meeting with Mrs. Tate. It was the last
meeting before adjournment for the summer, and though Mrs. Pryor, the
president, had personally requested a large attendance, the attendance
was small. In consequence, Mrs. Pryor was displeased.
"Mercy, but it's warm in here," said Mrs. Tate, going to a window and
opening wide its shutters. "I had no idea it would be as hot as this
to-day, though you can nearly always look for heat in May." She
slapped her hands together in an attempt to kill a fly that was following
her, then stood a moment at the window looking up and down the street.
"Wish to goodness I could have one of those electric fans like Miss