“You’re always so optimistic, Flos!” said Alice.
The girls stepped out on the back porch for a minute, and then, returning through the hall, took a peep at the cellar. But it appeared dark and forbidding.
“That must be where the ghost lives!” remarked Marie Louise, with a shudder. “Don’t let’s go down!”
“Just as you say!” laughed Marjorie. “Now for the upstairs.”
After a brief inspection of the second floor they returned to Mrs. Hadley who was waiting for them on the porch, with her notebook in hand. They all grouped themselves about her on the steps.
“Do you like it?” she asked, smiling into their enthusiastic faces.
“Adore it!” cried Marjorie, feeling that no words could be too superlative. “And when it gets fixed up—”
“Well, that is what we’re here for!” replied Mrs. Hadley. “Now let’s get down to business. First of all, I think you ought to elect a treasurer—”
“Oh, we wouldn’t consider anybody but Marj!” interrupted Lily. “Isn’t that so, girls?”
“It certainly is!” shouted two or three at the same time.