Davy's "club" was flourishing. The attractions that Peter and Nancy had added to its program had made it boom. Several new "fellars" had come in. The meetings were even more frequent than Liz cleaned the meeting-house, and now, because it had become known that Miss Sabrina's niece was a member of the club, no lickings awaited the members upon their return, rather impatient mothers eager to hear "what that girl at Happy House was up to now." There was some talk about turning the club into a Boy Scout troop; Mr. Peter had promised to organize them and train them. "Oh, dear," Nancy sighed, perplexed and torn, "it's like having a dream you've dreamed crumble all to pieces! I wanted to have my play done before my--I mean, I wanted to finish it up here and then send it straight to Theodore Hoffman himself. Of course you don't know him. He's one of the greatest dramatists and play producers in the world. I know it's daring in me and maybe he won't even give a minute to my little insignificant effort, but--whatever he may say, I'll know it is the best criticism I can get!" To Nancy's surprise Peter displayed a considerable knowledge of plays and actors, critics and producers. He could see her problem, too--how she was torn between the claims of Happy House and her beloved work. Nancy was grateful for his sympathy and because he did not laugh at her. But of course, why should anyone who could find music in waving corn not understand her own dreams! Peter's face looked very much as though he was tackling some problem of drainage--or a new incubator. "When you get right down to plain facts, it's a question of conserving time. You're wasting it--somewhere. I believe you can double up a bit. Let Aunt Milly listen to Belinda, and teach Aunt Milly to help Nonie. I'll take care of Davy. You say Aunt Milly likes to feel she's useful--if you start her she can help Nonie a lot and Nonie'll give her something to think about, too." Nancy considered this with brightening eyes. "I believe you're right! I've just been selfish, trying to do everything myself just because I loved to, and stupid--to think no one else could do it! Of course Aunt Milly can read with Nonie--and play with her, too. I'll begin this very day. I'll have a school here in the orchard and Nonie and B'lindy and Aunt Milly shall come. It'll be the funniest school you ever heard of," Nancy laughed. "I'll teach B'lindy the joy of seeing Hopworth 'young 'uns' eat her best molasses cookies!" Nancy's face showed that she was mentally leaping far ahead in her plans. Peter felt that he had been left out. "Let me be the head taskmaster or whatever you call it. You'll doubtless need a strong hand now and then. Anyway, you don't know how much it helps _my_ work mixing a little fun with it!" Now that her problems were straightening Nancy felt very kindly and gracious and happy.