“I’d like that, I think,” Constance said; “you can have lovely fairs and garden-parties and all sorts of things for charity.”
“We won’t have a garden-party just yet,” said Lena, as she drew closer to the blazing fire.
“No,” returned Constance, a little shortly; “I didn’t mean to. But I suppose the club will last through the summer.”
“Of course it will,” said Betty, who always interrupted when Lena and Constance began their sharp little speeches. “And before summer comes we’ll have an entertainment in the house.”
It was now the first week in March, and, as the weather was raw and disagreeable, the girls were glad to gather in Betty’s cozy library, and nestle in soft, cushioned chairs drawn up to the big fireplace, with its crackling logs.
The four girls had come over for the express purpose of forming a club of some sort, though the details of the plan were not yet thought out. Of course, Jack had been promptly excluded from the conference, as it was to be a girls’ club.
“All right,” he said, as he went unwillingly away; “we boys will get up a rival club, and it’ll be so jolly you’ll want to disband yours and join ours.”
“All right; when that happens, we’ll do it,” sang out Lena, as the door closed behind the reluctant Jack.
But after it was decided to have the club a charitable one, no one could think of just the right form that it should take. “Mother went to a concert last night for the aid of the Orphan Asylum,” suggested Constance, and Lena promptly responded:
“Then they don’t need our help. Let’s think of something else.”