“Girls, come to order!” shouted Hilda Bretherton in a somewhat disorderly tone.
“How can we come to order without a president?” queried a rosy-cheeked, roly-poly damsel answering to the name of Puddy Kennett.
“I elect Prue Shaftsbury!” screamed Hilda above the merry din of voices.
“You can't elect—you simply nominate,” said Prue.
“I second the motion,” said Nannie Branscome, and her remark was instantly followed by a storm of “ayes” before they were called for, and the president was declared elected and proceeded to take her seat.
“Young ladies,” said she, “we are met to consider a scandalous——”
“Scurrilous,” suggested Hilda.
“——alarming article,” continued the president, “entitled 'How to Cook Wives.'”
“Here! here!” interrupted Hilda again, “we can't do anything until we've elected officers and appointed committees.”
“Out of a club of four members?” queried Prudence.