“Indeed. And who is president, who is vice president, who is secretary, and who is treasurer?”
At this the three lads looked glum for a moment. Then Joe made a profound bow to his sister.
“Madam, we scarcely need so many officers,” he said, sweetly. “We’ll elect a leader and a treasurer, and that will be sufficient. You can be the secretary—to write up our minutes after we get home and tell you what happened.”
“I move we make Joe leader,” said Fred.
“Second the commotion,” responded Harry, gravely. “’Tis put and carried instanter. Mr. Joseph Westmore is elected to the high and dignified office of president, etc., of the Gun Club of Lakeport. The president will kindly deliver his speech of acceptance at the schoolhouse during next summer’s vacation. He can treat with doughnuts——”
“Just as soon as his sister consents to bake them for him,” finished Fred.
At this Laura burst out laughing. “I’ll treat to doughnuts on one condition,” she said.
“Condition granted,” cried Fred. “What is it?”
“That you make me an honorary member of the club.”
“Put and carried, madam, put and carried before you mentioned it. That makes you the secretary sure.”