"Our meetings are to held in the morning—Wednesdays, I suppose?" asked Miss Sawyer.
"Yes; that was my intention," Mrs. Tweedie replied. "It's a new idea, but if any of the ladies object—"
"I don't object," interrupted Mrs. Stout, "only it's a time of day when most of us ought to be doin' somethin' else."
"I had thought," continued Miss Sawyer, completely ignoring Mrs. Stout, "that 'The Wednesday Morning Association' would be appropriate."
"Very good," said Mrs. Tweedie. "And what do you suggest, Mrs. Flint?"
"My choice," replied Mrs. Flint, with her eyes find on the ceiling, "would be 'The Manville Anti-Male Club.'"
Mrs. Stout snickered, whereupon the others glared at her contemptuously.
"I feel that it is my duty to object, Mrs. Flint, to your suggestion," Mrs. Tweedie began. "We are all married—excepting one," she added, with an apologizing smile for the benefit of Miss Sawyer, who was blushing with embarrassment. "Would the name be appropriate when we consider that our life companions are of the other sex? Would it not reflect on our judgment in choosing a career in married life?"
"Perhaps we didn't choose," said Mrs. Stout, quickly. "Perhaps—" there is no telling what Mrs. Stout would have said if she had not been interrupted by the entrance of a plump, pink-faced young woman.
"Why, Mrs. Thornton!" exclaimed Mrs. Tweedie, as she advanced to greet the newcomer. "I am so glad that you came. Ladies: Mrs. Thornton. You are just in time to assist us in the naming of our club. How is that dear baby?"