“I don’t like either of those names,” said Elsa. “Why not call it the Christmas Club, if that is what it is going to be?”
“Anybody can have a Christmas Club,” objected Betty, tightening the white ribbon bow on her hair.
“Why not ask somebody to name it for us?” suggested Alice.
“No, we must name it ourselves, and keep the name a secret,” came Betty’s quick answer.
“Then let’s choose one of us president, and let her name it,” said Elsa, who had Betty’s smallest doll in her lap now.
“All right,” replied Betty, looking from Elsa to Alice, whose eyes were again fixed upon the birds. Then, because Alice was always peacemaker, Betty said: “I will choose Alice for president.”
“And I will choose Elsa,” said Alice quickly, looking around.
“I will choose Betty,” said Elsa.
“Dear me!” cried Betty, jumping up so suddenly that the tiny brown-and-red birds began fluttering around their cage; “we are all president, and that means nobody is president, and we haven’t any name either.”
“I think we’d better give up the club,” said Alice, seeing trouble ahead.