"I'll be president," volunteered Marjorie.
"Does somebody have to be president?" asked Gladys. "And does the president have all the say?"
"Let's all be presidents," said King. "I know clubs usually have only one; but who cares? We'll be different."
"All right," said Marjorie. "And, anyway, we won't need a secretary and treasurer and such things, so we'll each be president. I think that will be more fun, too."
"Me be president," announced Rosy Posy, "an' Boffin be a president, too."
"Yes," said King, smiling at his baby sister, "you and Boff and all the rest of us. Then, you see, we can all make rules, if we want to."
"We don't need many rules," said Dick. "Just a few about meetings and things. When shall we meet?"
"Every day after school, and every Saturday," said Marjorie, who was of a whole-souled nature.
"Oh, no!" said Gladys. "I know Mother won't let me come as often as that."
"Don't let's have special times," said King. "Just whenever we're all together, we'll have a meeting."