“Do you mean, The Hazenfield Camera Club Limited?” asked Allan.
“No,” laughed the Doctor, “that Limited means something different. I mean that you must decide now to have a certain number of members at the most—say, twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five!” exclaimed Allan. “Where could we put them?”
“Oh, they wouldn’t all be there at the same time. But you boys must plan all these things for yourselves. Find out how the best camera clubs are managed, and follow their example. Make yourselves at home in the coach-house, and call on me when you need help.”
The boys did immediately proceed to make themselves at home in the club rooms, which they surveyed with a pride greater than they ever had experienced before. The rooms, small as they were, seemed spacious and important, and gave the boys a grown-up and authoritative feeling.
“Do you want your camera now?” asked Allan, handing the Wizard to McConnell.
“But I haven’t the money yet,” faltered McConnell.
“What of that? I don’t need it. Whenever you are ready.”
McConnell murmured a “Thank you, Allan,” and gave the Wizard a friendly hug.
“And now,” said Owen, “before we go any further, I nominate for President of the club, Mr. Allan Hartel.”