“How about the Fresh Air Fund?” said Jeanette.
“Just the thing!” cried Dorothy. “I’d rather work for little children than anybody else.”
“All right, then; our object is settled,” said Constance; “now what shall we name the club?”
“Oh, wait,” said Lena; “first we must elect officers and all that.”
“First,” said Betty, “we must decide on our members, We five, of course, and I’d like to ask Martha Taylor, too.”
“Then you can leave me out,” said Constance, promptly.
“Nothing of the sort!” said Betty. “You’re perfectly silly, Constance. I don’t see why you don’t like Martha. And she’d feel slighted to be left out of a thing like this.”
“Nobody likes Martha Taylor,” observed Jeanette. “I don’t think we need ask her, Betty.”
“Well, I do! And if you don’t, you may leave me out, too!”
“Oh, Betty! Betty! Of course we wouldn’t leave you out! Why, there couldn’t be a club without you.”