Our group of girls was only one among many banded together for the purpose of doing whatever they could for the relief of the boys in blue, and their young hearts were overwhelmed with a sense of their impotence. Jeanne Vance, a tall, slender, fair-haired girl of sixteen, serious and thoughtful beyond her years, was the leader in every patriotic enterprise of her associates. Her father since the beginning of the war had devoted himself exclusively to furthering the interests of the government; her mother was a prominent worker in The Woman's Central Relief Association, giving her whole time to collecting supplies and money to be forwarded to the front and providing work for the wives, mothers and daughters of the soldiers. Her brother, Richard Vance, had responded to the first call of President Lincoln to arms: thus the girl was surrounded by influences that filled her being to the utmost with intense loyalty to the Union. As she looked at the eagerly waiting girls around her a sudden inspiration came to her. "Let's give a fair, girls. We could make pretty things to sell and I am willing that all my toys and games shall be sold too. Perhaps we could get a great deal of money that way, and I am sure that even a little would be welcome." "But how about the socks and handkerchiefs? Shall we give up making them?" "No, indeed! We must keep right on with those, but this fair will be all our own effort. I believe that we will feel as if we were really doing something worth while if we can manage it. What do you say?" "It is the very thing," cried they. "When shall we begin?" "This afternoon," said Jeanne energetically. "There is no time like the present. This is May. We ought to be ready by the last of June. We can do a great deal in that time if we work hard." "And we can get our mothers to help us too," suggested Nellie Drew. "We ought not to do that, Nellie," replied Jeanne seriously. "They are so busy themselves, and it would not be truly ours if we have the older ones to help. Don't you think we ought to do just the very best we can without them?" "Oh, yes, yes!" chorused the girls. "I can make pretty pin cushions," said a girl about Jeanne's age. "I will make as many of them as I can." "I can do pen wipers very nicely, mamma says," spoke Nellie modestly. "Mother always lets me help dress the dolls for Christmas," cried another. "Where will we have it, Jeanne?" Jeanne looked puzzled for a moment. "I'll tell you, girls. Let's have it on our steps. We'll have a big card telling all about it printed and put up. Then people will stop and buy things when they know it is for the soldiers." "On your steps," cried Nellie. "Oh, Jeanne, will your mother let you? It is right on Fifth Avenue." "Why, mother won't care!" answered Jeanne, surprised at the question. "Fifth Avenue is the best place in New York for anything of the sort, because so many well-to-do people pass, and they will be sure to be generous for the soldiers' sake."