"We really aren't doing new things--exactly, still
they seem so."
Tracy touched his badge. "These are the 'Blue Ribbon Brand,' best
goods in the market."
"Come to think of it, there aren't so very many new things one can do,"
Tom remarked.
"Not in Winton, at any rate," Bob added.
"If anyone dares say anything derogatory to Winton, on this, or any
other, outing of the 'S. W. F. Club,' he, or she, will get into
trouble," Josie said sternly.
Mrs. Boyd was waiting for them on the steps, Shirley close by, while a
glimpse of a white umbrella seen through the trees told that Mr. Dayre
was not far off.
"It's the best cherry season in years," Mrs. Boyd declared, as the
young folks came laughing and crowding about her. She was a prime
favorite with them all. "My, how nice you look! Those badges are
mighty pretty."
"Where's yours?" Pauline demanded.
"It's in my top drawer, dear. Looks like I'm too old to go wearing
such things, though 'twas ever so good in you to send me one."
"Hilary," Pauline turned to her sister, "I'm sure Mrs. Boyd'll let you
go to her top drawer. Not a stroke of business does this club do,
until this particular member has her badge on.
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