Patty dimpled roguishly.
“Yes,” she went on, “as architecture, the interior is pure flubdub.”
At this Homer went off in peals of laughter, and Mr. Leland, who was conversing with Mr. Fairfield, overheard, and gave an appreciative nod at Patty.
“You’re right,” Peter said, at last, “quite right! But how did you know it?”
“Oh,” said Patty, laughing, “I’m a born architect.”
“You must be!” said Peter, still smiling, “‘flubdub’ indeed!”
“Now to proceed with our plans,” said Patty. “All who will go wondering with us to-morrow morning, open your mouth wide and say ‘Ah!’ which is our club motto.”
Loud “ahs!” came from every throat, and the trip was decided upon.
“I’m president of the club,” went on Patty, “and Mr. Homer is guide, philosopher, and friend. The rest of you can be any officers you choose. It’s nicer to elect ourselves than each other.”