“But that’s the best of it,” declared Patty; “if I kept on being as awed as I was the first few days, I’d be having nervous prostration now.”
“I say, here comes old Homer,” cried Floyd, as Peter came around a palm and joined them.
Then there was more greeting and hand-shaking and the boys clapped each other on the shoulder, and at last the young people all drifted together, and Patty thought it a good time to propose that the newcomers should join the club.
“It isn’t a regular club,” she explained, “because it has no regulations. We call it the Wonderers.”
“I wonder why,” put in Austin.
“Then you can be a member,” returned Patty, promptly; “you’ve qualified!”
“I’ll be a member too,” said Caddy Oram. “I’m the best wonderer you ever saw. I can wonder at anything.”
“Well, you’re all members,” said Patty, “and you can go on the wonder-wanders when you like and stay home when you like. Now to-morrow morning the club is going to St. Peter’s, and if there’s time, we may wander into the Vatican. To be sure St. Peter’s is flubdubby, but——”
“What!” interrupted Peter Homer, in amazement.