"Ribbon would be pretty," Shirley suggested, "with the name of the club in gilt letters. I can letter pretty well."
Her suggestion was received with general acclamation, and after much discussion, as to color, dark blue was decided on.
"Blue goes rather well with red," Tom said, "and as two of our members have red hair," his glance went from Patience to Pauline.
"I move we adjourn, the president's getting personal," Pauline pushed back her chair.
"Who's turn is it to be next?" Jack asked.
They drew lots with blades of grass; it fell to Hilary. "I warn you," she said, "that I can't come up to Tom."
Then the first meeting of the new club broke up, the members going their various ways. Shirley went as far as the parsonage, where she was to wait for her father.
"I've had a beautiful time," she said warmly. "And I've thought what to do when my turn comes. Only, I think you'll have to let father in as an honorary, I'll need him to help me out."
"We'll be only too glad," Pauline said heartily. "This club's growing fast, isn't it? Have you decided, Hilary?"
Hilary shook her head, "N-not exactly; I've sort of an idea."