“He may, if he’ll let us tack our posters on the campus trees,” agreed Madeline calmly.
“Posters!” cried Betty and Babbie in a breath.
Madeline nodded. “I’m designing one. It’s stored under the sofa in Mary’s pink and gold reception room. I’ll get it. It’s all done but the name.”
“Why, we haven’t any name!” cried Babbie.
“I thought you called yourselves Betty Wales & Co.,” put in Mary.
“That’s what we are, of course,” agreed Madeline, reappearing with her poster, “so we’d better call ourselves something else, hadn’t we? Everybody can see that Betty is a regular feature. A name should bring out unexpected qualities. Besides, Betty wouldn’t want her name to be stuck up on a sign.”
“That’s a good theory about the unexpected qualities,” said Mary, “but I’d like to see you work it.”
Madeline sighed plaintively. “As if it was anything against a theory that you can’t work it. I furnish the theory. It’s only fair for some one else to furnish the name.”
“Old Barn Tea-Shop,” suggested Mary.
“Sounds sentimental,” objected Babbie.