"Perhaps. I don't know."
"We were planning, only yesterday, Chris and I, to start a walking club—and now he's gone! But I suppose the rest of us can have it," Polly went on. "We thought we'd ask David and Leonora and Patricia,—she and her mother are just home from the shore,—and Doodles and Blue and all of you folks here."
"All the ladies?"
Polly nodded.
"They're not all equal to it. You forget how old some of them are."
"Anyway, they aren't too old to be asked!" laughed Polly.
"No, and it is a good idea. Sometimes a club will have a stronger pull on anybody than just an incidental invitation."
"That's what we thought—dear, dear, it's too bad Chris had to go!"
"I'm sorry, but I imagine he is happy enough to be with his father."
"Yes! He looked like another boy after his father came. Well, we'll have to do without him."