"Oh!" groaned King. "Speak pieces, do you mean?"
"No; not that. We get enough of speaking pieces, Friday afternoons, in school. I mean,—oh, pshaw, I don't know what I mean!"
"You mean read minutes, and things like that," suggested Marjorie, helpfully.
"Yes," said Dick, eagerly, "that's just what I mean."
"All right," said Marjorie, "I'll be secretary, and write them."
"Now, look here, Midge," said Kingdon, "you can't be everything! You want to be president and treasurer and secretary and all. Perhaps you'd like to be all the members!"
"Fiddlesticks, King!" said Marjorie; "nobody else seems to want to be anything. Now, I'll tell you what, let's have six things to be,—officers, you know, and then we'll each be one."
"That's a good way," said Gladys. "You be treasurer, Marjorie, 'cause you're so good at arithmetic, and you can take care of our money. Dick can be secretary, 'cause he writes so well."
"I will," said Dick, "if King will be president. He's best for that,—and then, Gladys, you can be vice-president."
"What can Dorothy and I be?" asked Kitty, who didn't see many offices left.