In remembrance of a happy two weeks spent in a little bungalow on Cape
Cod, one of the girls of the "bunch" gave a quaint luncheon for the
others during the year following.
The invitations bore a tiny spray of bayberry sketched in one corner
and read like this:
_May the bayberry dip and the odor of pine
At this little reunion luncheon of mine,
Bring back all our fun in the house by the sea,
Where we were as jolly as jolly could be_.
On the luncheon table homespun runners were used, crossed in the
center where a brown wicker basket filled with the gray green of
bayberry branches, brightened by the orange of bittersweet, stood on a
mat of fragrant pine.
Green bayberry dips in the simplest of low tin candlesticks lighted
the table and at each cover the place-card was a little outline map of
Cape Cod with the situation of the summer camp conspicuously marked.
The menu consisted of clam cocktails, codfish cakes and tiny pots
of baked beans, hot steamed brown bread cut in small round slices,
blueberry tarts, and coffee.
The favors were wee bayberry "waxes" for the sewing basket, each with
a bit of a bayberry twig peeping from its top.