“Good!” cried Persis. “Come, girls, let’s go and get grandma to help us dig up our forefathers.”
“What a ghastly way to put it,” laughed Lisa. “You know there is the judge, Persis, and the mandamus councillor.”
“And the governor. Don’t forget the governor,” put in Mellicent. “He is the most important of all.”
“Oh, yes,” returned Lisa; “but then he is so far back I nearly always forget him.”
“And the colonel,” interposed Persis.
“He wasn’t colonial; he was Revolutionary,” corrected Lisa.
“Sure enough. Well, grandma will straighten it all out.”
Therefore, armed with records and bristling with information, the girls set forth to attend the meeting on Saturday afternoon. They found a small though strictly select party gathered at Audrey’s home.
“We have concluded to adopt the same standard of eligibility which is required by the real Colonial Dames,” informed Audrey. “I will read off the list, and any of those who know they can join can put their names down to-day, and we’ll choose a committee to decide upon them.”
There followed much mirthful laughter and many exclamations of, “Oh, I can’t remember! I’ll have to look that up.” But the few who had taken care to provide themselves with statistics were solemnly admitted. Among these were the Holmes girls, whose governor was highly approved.