“Will the dolls we give and the name of our Club be printed in the report, Miss Ruth?” asked Betty excitedly.
“Yes, that is the custom,” answered Miss Ruth.
“But then everybody would know the name,” objected Betty, walking slowly on.
“Never mind,” Alice said, putting her arm into Betty’s. “We can name the Club over again after Christmas.”
“And we wouldn’t want to call an Easter Club by the same name as a Christmas Club,” said Elsa.
“What’s the name of the Club, anyway?” Ben turned to ask. He was marching on ahead, but not losing anything that was said. “Alice told me I couldn’t know it till I belonged, but I belong now.”
“Yes, you belong now, after having this afternoon’s meeting with us,” said Miss Ruth. “Tell him the name, Alice.”
So Alice ran ahead, put her arm around Ben’s neck, and whispered the name into his ear,—although there was no need of secrecy, since they all were members.
“Christmas Makers’ Club!” Ben said critically. “That sounds pretty important, as though you thought you were going to make Christmas.”
“But we are,” cried Elsa; “we are going to help make it for the convalescent children.”