“Oh, yes, I am sure she will be perfectly delighted. She is so pleased about the club, anyhow.”
“Then in the meantime we can be making up our minds about your house, Jennie,” said Agnes.
“I wish we had some little song or a sentence to close with,” said Celia.
“We can have. We can do all those things later. I think we have done a great deal for one day, don’t you all think so?”
“Oh, my, yes,” was the hearty response. “It has been perfectly lovely.”
“We might sing, ‘Little Drops of Water,’ for this time,” proposed Edna, “as long as we haven’t any special song yet.”
“That will do nicely, especially that part about ‘little deeds of kindness.’ We’re going to sing. All rise.” And the meeting was closed, the members groping their way down the attic stairs which by now were quite dark. But the effect of the club was to be far-reaching as was afterward shown, though it was little suspected at the time of its formation.