Rather towsled from their bath, and the lack of time and tools for hair arrangements, the party of girls presently started off to take their domestic science lesson. Along the way they met and hailed a number of friends, for at bathing hour the lake drew folks from all parts of the village and its suburbs, but there was no time for tarrying as Miss Manners insisted upon promptness, and no one willingly ever disregarded her rule. It was a merry little group that, all aproned and capped, listened first to Miss Manners explanation of rules and reasons, and then they themselves undertook the practical art of applying this knowledge. But Nancy could not forget her experience. It had been so weird, so wild, in fact, to hear those noises coming from nowhere. Ruth was beating the eggs light as air for her cherished cream puffs; Isabel was carefully creaming an equally dainty concoction in her middle-sized yellow bowl, and the other girls were being similarly and as practically engaged, when a shadow, a large manly shadow, darkened the glass that formed the upper part of the store door. "A visitor!" exclaimed Marion, smoothing her cap at the risk of spoiling her batter. Miss Manners stepped to the door to answer the knock. "Mr. Sanders!" the girls whispered one to another, as they saw Miss Manners greet the caller. "Maybe he's going to inspect--" Christine began, but was stopped by Miss Manners speaking. "Girls," she said, in her best teacher voice, "Mr. Sanders has called to see if we can fill an order for him." "An order!" chorused the surprised pupils. "Yes," spoke up the one man among them. "The fact is, young ladies, I'm giving a little party up at Waterfall House, and I felt convinced that my attractions would be greatly increased if I could procure some--some confections from this famous little class," he said. Miss Manners was all but protesting. That her class could be called "famous" seemed to her rather too extravagant a statement. "Yes, indeed," went on the caller, while it must be admitted some of the girls were stifling giggles. "My daughter is coming up, and she thinks her college excels in this sort of thing." His sweeping gesture seemed to include everything, even the girls. "And I would be mighty glad to show her what we can do in our little Long Leigh." Followed suggestions and questions, so heaped up that the mere wording of all the excitement amounted to little compared with its general effect. Finally, Mr. Sanders and Miss Manners went into a secret session, to outline the order, and the girls, who were supposed to go on with the lesson, in reality went on with the fun. "Imagine!" chuckled Eleanor Dixon, "getting an order for fancy cakes! I'm going to make kisses--" "Lady fingers would be more appropriate," Isabel remarked sagely, "although, El, I have heard Miss Manners say, your biscuits are--splendid." "Tarts!" whispered Christine, shaking her long handled spoon, and making a comical face.