Marjorie considered. "You can be the committee," she said, at last. "They always have a committee to decide things."
This sounded pleasing, and now all were satisfied.
"Well, if I'm treasurer," said Marjorie, "I'll take up the collection now."
Promptly five dimes were handed to her, and, adding one of her own, she put them all into a little knitted silk purse she had brought for the purpose.
"Is there any further business to come before this meeting?" asked the President, rolling out his words with great dignity, as befitted his position.
"No, sir," said Kitty; "I'm the committee to decide things, and I say there isn't any more business. So what do we do next?"
"I'll tell you!" cried Midget, in a sudden burst of inspiration; "let's go down to Mr. Simmons' and all have ice-cream with our money in the treasury. I'll ask Mother if we may."
"But, Mopsy!" cried King, in surprise. "I thought we were to save that to go to the circus."
"Oh, pshaw! Father'll take us to the circus. Or we can save next week's money for that. But, truly, I feel like cutting up jinks, and we can't play in the orchard, and it would be lots of fun to go for ice-cream, all together."
"It would be fun," said Dick; and then they all agreed to Marjorie's plan.