“So it is,” agreed Floyd Austin, “I’ll be treasurer.”
“That’s an easy office,” observed Patty, “as we have no dues of any sort. Mr. Homer just pays for everything, and then afterward we pay him back.”
“Simple methods are the best,” agreed Austin. “Still, I’ll be treasurer, and then, if any money matters do happen, I can look after them.”
“I shan’t seek any office,” said Cadwalader Oram. “I’ll let it seek me. Probably one will hunt me up in a day or two.”
“I’m sure of it,” said Patty. “You’re more apt to find your right niche that way.”
“You talk as if I were a statue. Perhaps I’ll find my niche waiting for me in the Vatican.”
“Well, don’t be a Thorn Extractor,” said Patty, “or I won’t even look you up in the catalogue. What will you be, Milly?”
“I’ll be another president,” said Milly, unexpectedly. “I can’t bear to play second fiddle.”
“Good!” said Patty. “Let’s all us girls be presidents, and then the boys can be all the other officials.”