This was agreed to, but Marjorie didn't seem quite satisfied.
"It doesn't seem like a real club," she said, "unless we have dues and badges and things like that."
"Huh, dues!" said King. "I want to spend my money for other things besides dues to an old club! What would we do with the dues, anyway?"
"Oh, save them up in the treasury," said Marjorie, "until we had enough to go to the circus, or something nice like that."
This sounded attractive, and King reconsidered.
"Well, I don't mind," he said. "But I won't give all my money. I have fifty cents a week. I'll give ten."
"So will I," said Dick, and the others all agreed to do the same.
Of course, Rosy Posy didn't count, so this made sixty cents a week, and furthermore it necessitated a treasurer.
"Let's each be treasurer," said King, remembering how well his presidential plan had succeeded.
"No," said Midget; "that's silly. I'll be treasurer, and I'll keep all the money safely, until we want to use it for something nice."