“If you are our president, you might keep the presents we make,” said Elsa.
“Please, O, please!” begged Betty and Alice in a chorus. “Please be president!”
Miss Ruth looked from one to another of the bright, excited faces, for a moment. “I will gladly be your president, and keep your work,—and do anything else you want me to,” she said, finally.
Elsa’s face flushed rosy with pleasure, and she gave little Alice a good hug. Betty dropped a warm kiss on Miss Ruth’s hair and said: “Then come back with us now to my house, because I invited the Club to meet there first.”
Ruth Warren was as good as her word: “I will go where the Club wants me to go,” she said, rising. “First of all, though, let me give you some plum buns which Sarah made this morning.”
“I know old Sarah’s plum buns; they are as good as she is cross,” said Betty, as Miss Ruth left the room.
“That’s not very polite, Betty,” said Alice.
“I don’t care. I am not very polite, anyway,” replied Betty quickly. “I tell the truth, though.”
“That sounds as if you thought other girls didn’t tell the truth!” exclaimed Elsa.
“It is pretty hard to, always,” said Alice slowly. “I try to, but sometimes the fib slips out first, and then it’s all the harder to get the truth out.”