"Pins," Bell suggested.
"Pins would have to be made to order," Pauline objected, "and would be more or less expensive."
"And it's an unwritten by-law of this club, that we shall go to no unnecessary expense," Tom insisted.
"But—" Bell began.
"Oh, I know what you're thinking," Tom broke in, "but Uncle Jerry didn't charge for the stage—he said he was only too glad to have the poor thing used—'twas a dull life for her, shut up in the carriage-house year in and year out."
"The Folly isn't a she," Patience protested.
"Folly generally is feminine," Tracy said, "and so—"
"And he let us have the horses, too—for our initial outing," Tom went on. "Said the stage wouldn't be of much use without them."
"Three cheers for Uncle Jerry!" Bob Dixon cried. "Let's make him an honorary member."
"But the badges," Edna said. "I never saw such people for going off at tangents."