“Now, Lamplighter, give it to me. As Matron I am the one to write up the account of our social functions”; and Marguerite threw down her account-book and took the Journal, writing and reading:
“Hilarity Hall was the scene of unparalleled gaiety this evening, the occasion being a reception which was tendered to distinguished and honored guests, Sir Edward and Lady Mary. The reception was held in the Grotto, after which the Duchess led the way to the Refectory, where a limited collation was enjoyed. The honored guests then inspected the Cinderella Section, and, expressing themselves much pleased with their visit, they reluctantly departed.”
“Why, this book is going to be fine,” said Betty. “What shall we call it? Just the Journal?”
“No; let’s call it ‘Annals of Hilarity Hall,’ ” said Nan.
“What are annals?”
“I don’t know, but they’re things they always have in a quiet neighborhood.”
“I don’t think much of annals anyway,” said Millicent; “let’s call it something to do with cooking.”
“No; we have our ‘Blotter’ for that.”
The “Blotter” was the recipe scrap-book of the club, and was supposed to be a very funny joke on Professor Blot.
“Why not call it something to suggest the sea?” said Nan.