“All right,” said Elise; “every other week at my house and every other week here. But don’t you think we ought to have more than four members?”
“No, I don’t,” declared Kenneth, promptly. “And we don’t want any musical nonsense, or any dramatic foolishness, either. Let’s just have fun; if it’s pleasant weather, we’ll go skating, or sleighing, or motoring, or whatever you like; if it isn’t, we’ll stay indoors, or go to a matinée or concert, or something like that.”
“Lovely!” cried Elise. “But if we’re to go to matinées, we’ll have to meet Saturdays.”
“Or Wednesdays,” amended Patty. “Let’s meet Wednesdays. I ’most always have engagements on Saturdays.”
“All right; shall we call it the Wednesday Club, then?”
“No, Elise,” said Roger, gravely. “That’s too obvious; we will call it the Thursday Club, because we meet on Wednesday; see?”
“No, I don’t see,” said Elise, looking puzzled.
“Why,” explained Roger, “you see we’ll spend all day Thursday thinking over the good time we had on Wednesday!”
“But that isn’t the real reason,” said Patty, giggling. “The real reason we call it the Thursday Club is because it meets on Wednesday!”
“That’s it, Patsy!” said Ken, approvingly, for he and Patty had the same love for nonsense, though more practical Elise couldn’t always understand it.