"I
suppose you've been over to the forts?"
"Lots of times--father's ever so interested in them, and it's just a
pleasant row across, after supper."
"I have fasted too long, I must eat again," Tom remarked, coming across
the lawn. "Miss Dayre, may I have the honor?"
"Are you conductor, or merely club president now?" Shirley asked.
"Oh, I've dropped into private life again. There comes Hilary--doesn't
look much like an invalid, does she?"
"But she didn't look very well the first time I saw her," Shirley
answered.
The long supper table was laid under the apple trees at the foot of the
garden, which in itself served to turn the occasion into a festive
affair.
"You've given us a bully send-off, Mr. President," Bob declared. "It's
going to be sort of hard for the rest of us to keep up with you."
"By the way," Tom said, "Dr. Brice--some of you may have heard of
him--would like to become an honorary member of this club. Any
contrary votes?"
"What's an honorary member?" Patience asked. Patience had been
remarkably good that afternoon--so good that Pauline began to feel
worried, dreading the reaction.
"One who has all the fun and none of the work," Tracy explained, a
merry twinkle in his brown eyes.
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