You see, we
shan't be able to send her away, and so, I thought, perhaps, if we
tried looking at Winton--with new eyes--"
"I see," Josie cried. "I think it's a splendiferous ideal"
"And, I thought, if we formed a sort of club among ourselves and worked
together--"
"Listen," Josie interrupted again, "we'll make it a condition of
membership, that each one must, in turn, think up something pleasant to
do."
"Is the membership to be limited?" Tom asked.
Pauline smiled. "It will be so--necessarily--won't it?" For Winton
was not rich in young people.
"There will be enough of us," Josie declared hopefully.
"Like the model dinner party?" her brother asked. "Not less than the
Graces, nor more than the Muses."
And so the new club was formed then and there. There were to be no
regular and formal meetings, no dues, nor fines, and each member was to
consider himself, or herself, an active member of the programme
committee.
Tom, as the oldest member of their immediate circle of friends, was
chosen president before that first meeting adjourned; no other officers
were considered necessary at the time. And being president, to him was
promptly delegated the honor--despite his vigorous protests--of
arranging for their first outing and notifying the other members--yet
to be.
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