"There is, in ours. We have a serious purpose—sometimes."
"Who's in it?"
Ruth counted on her fingers.
"Annabel, Sue, Wee, Angela and Patty—myself, of course, and you, if you'll come."
"Why, it would be another We Are Sevens," Blue Bonnet said. "That's the name of our club. Isn't that odd?"
"Sleep over it, Blue Bonnet, and let us know to-morrow. It'll keep," Wee Watts suggested.
"All right, suppose I do. I'll try to let you know to-morrow if I can. I'd really like to write to the girls—"
A knock at the door interrupted the sentence.
"Is Miss Ashe here?" Martha inquired. "If she is, Miss North would like to see her in the office."
"Mercy, how popular some people are!" Ruth remarked. "What is it, Blue Bonnet? More trouble?"