“What are you going to do about the Riddle Club?” Carrie Pepper asked unexpectedly that noon.
She and Mattie were walking behind Polly and Jess and Margy.
“Do about it?” repeated Polly, surprised. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, that barn will be like an icebox now,” said Carrie. “I was just wondering if you were going to give up having meetings till spring. It might not be such a bad plan—Miss Elliott said the other day that nothing ought to be allowed to interfere with our lessons.”
“The Riddle Club doesn’t interfere with our lessons,” replied Polly, coldly. “We agreed to stay away from meetings if our marks went below the average. Mr. Williamson suggested that. But we have good report cards every time—isn’t that so, Jess?”
Jess nodded. Carrie always made her feel tongue-tied.
“Well, our Conundrum Club is going to hold a meeting to-morrow, at Joe Anderson’s house,” said Carrie. “And his mother is going to give us hot cocoa and whipped cream and cake. We most always have something to eat in cold weather.”
Margy looked at Polly as Carrie turned in at her gate.
“Whatever we do, we won’t give up our club,” said Margy.
“Of course we won’t,” promised Polly.