As Fred and Artie began to discuss how far it was from the window to the ground, Polly decided to call the meeting to order. Once the boys talked about jumping, it would be only a step to the actual jump.
"The Riddle Club will please come to order!" said Polly, thumping the table impressively. "While we are waiting for Mr. Ward Larue to arrive with the fireworks, we'll take up unfinished business—if there is any."
"I collected the dues," Fred contributed, and his manner indicated that his interest in any other club business was of the slightest.
Fred was club treasurer, and every one agreed that he was devoted to his duties.
"Oh, Polly, it's too hot to bother!" said Margy Williamson. "There isn't any unfinished business, anyway."
"What makes you so touchy, Margy?" Jess asked curiously.
To her surprise, Margy did not "flare up." Instead tears came into her eyes.
"I thought we'd have such fun at Sunrise Beach," she explained. "But ever since I heard Mattie Helms' mother had taken a bungalow there, I haven't felt like going. Everything will be spoiled!"
Polly swept away the sewing and gave Margy a hug that, despite its warmth, was very comforting.