"Said the stage wouldn't be of much use without them."
"Three cheers for Uncle Jerry!" Bob Dixon cried. "Let's make him an
honorary member."
"But the badges," Edna said. "I never saw such people for going off at
tangents."
"Ribbon would be pretty," Shirley suggested, "with the name of the club
in gilt letters. I can letter pretty well."
Her suggestion was received with general acclamation, and after much
discussion, as to color, dark blue was decided on.
"Blue goes rather well with red," Tom said, "and as two of our members
have red hair," his glance went from Patience to Pauline.
"I move we adjourn, the president's getting personal," Pauline pushed
back her chair.
"Who's turn is it to be next?" Jack asked.
They drew lots with blades of grass; it fell to Hilary. "I warn you,"
she said, "that I can't come up to Tom."
Then the first meeting of the new club broke up, the members going
their various ways. Shirley went as far as the parsonage, where she
was to wait for her father.
"I've had a beautiful time," she said warmly. "And I've thought what
to do when my turn comes. Only, I think you'll have to let father in
as an honorary, I'll need him to help me out.
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