"Are we to have a club song?" Edna asked.
"We are."
"Read it now, son--while we eat," Tom suggested.
Tracy rose promptly--"Mind you save me a few scraps then. First, it
isn't original--"
"All the better," Jack commented.
"Hush up, and listen--
"'A cheerful world?--It surely is.
And if you understand your biz
You'll taboo the worry worm,
And cultivate the happy germ.
"'It's a habit to be happy,
Just as much as to be scrappy.
So put the frown away awhile,
And try a little sunny smile.'"
There was a generous round of applause. Tracy tossed the scrap of
paper across the table to Bell. "Put it to music, before the next
round-up, if you please."
Bell nodded. "I'll do my best."
"We've got a club song and a club badge, and we ought to have a club
motto," Josie said.
"It's right to your hand, in your song," her brother answered. "'It's
a habit to be happy.'"
"Good!" Pauline seconded him, and the motto was at once adopted.
CHAPTER VIII
SNAP-SHOTS
Bell Ward set the new song to music, a light, catchy tune, easy to pick
up. It took immediately, the boys whistled it, as they came and went,
and the girls hummed it.
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