There were no other children at our bookstudy and we didn't have goodie nights, so it was not my favorite meeting.
Eventually the meeting moved to our house in a small room in our basement. My sister and I would entertain ourselves by tormenting the old ladies. A favorite was to use lots of furniture wax on the rickety old folding chairs so they were greasy and slippery.
Once we glued a penny to the floor in the unfinished basement entrance. We hid behind some bicycles and snickered to ourselves as each and every little old sister bent down to try to pick it up off the floor.
All of our friends were away at other, cooler bookstudy groups and we felt quite left out.