“That’s enough,” said Patty. “All that the members of our society need do is to be merry. Honest, girls, don’t you think it will be fun?”
“I do,” said Hilda, catching the spirit of the thing at once. “And we’ll have officers and dues, and regular meetings, just like——”
“Just like Parliament,” put in Clementine, “and then, my British subject, you’ll feel quite at home.”
“I used to belong to a club in Vernondale,” said Patty, “and we didn’t do anything but just drink tea and have fun at our meetings. We were merry as grigs, though we didn’t call ourselves by that name. But I think that’s a jolly name for a society—especially a society that has to be made up of Prigs and Gigs and Digs.”
“So do I,” said Hilda; “let’s organise right away.”
“Oh, we can’t,” said Patty, “we haven’t decided what girls to ask, or anything.”
“Let’s organise first,” said Adelaide, “just we four, you know, and then decide on the other members afterwards.”
“All right,” said Patty, “but the bell will ring in a minute and we won’t have time now. Besides, we can’t do it in such a hurry. Now I’ll tell you what; you girls come down to my house Saturday morning and then we’ll do it all up properly.”
“That’s a jolly lark,” said Hilda; “I’ll be there.”
And the others agreed to come, too.