“And the Cat will eat Juliet, Darby, and all!”
“Oh, horrible!” cried Patty. “Indeed she won’t! My beautiful pets shall never meet that cruel fate.”
Leaving Juliet to her much needed nap, they all strolled into the library.
“Let’s be a club,” said Elise. “Just us four, you know.”
“All right,” said Patty, who loved clubs. “What sort of a club?”
“Musical,” said Elise. “We all sing.”
“Musical clubs are foolish,” said Roger. “Let’s be a dramatic club.”
“Dramatic clubs are too much work,” said Patty; “and four isn’t enough for that, anyway. Let’s do good.”
“Oh, Patty,” groaned Kenneth, “you’re getting so eleemosynary there’s no fun in you!”
“Mercy, gracious!” cried Patty. “What was that fearful word you said, Ken? No! don’t say it over again! I can’t stand all of it at once!”