“No, they’re all going to--to----”
She didn’t like to say for soda water and chewing gum and the movies, and hesitated till a substitute word occurred to her.
“They’re all going to go for buying good times. It’s for a sort of a club we made up this morning, Richard and me.”
“May I ask the name of the club?”
Georgina glanced around. No other customer happened to be in the bank at the moment and Richard had wandered out to the street to wait for her. So tiptoeing a little higher she said in a low tone as if imparting a secret:
“It’s the _Rainbow_ Club. We pretend that everytime we make anybody happy we’ve made a little rainbow in the world.”
“Well, bless your heart,” was the appreciative answer. “You’ve already made one in here. You do that every time you come around.”
Then he looked thoughtfully at her over his spectacles.
“Would you take an old fellow like me into your club?”
Georgina considered a moment, first stealing a glance at him to see if he were in earnest or still trying to tease. He seemed quite serious so she answered: