“Don’t worry about that,” laughed Adele. “We aren’t any of us in danger of sprouting wings just at present.” And then she added seriously, “But I do think that a club ought to stand for something more worth while than just fun and frolic. Of course we’ll have that, too; we always do.”
“You are right, Adele,” exclaimed Gertrude Willis warmly. “I think it is a beautiful pledge, and I wish to be the first one to sign it.”
Adele produced a stub of a pencil, and the paper went the rounds, each girl writing her name thereon.
“Now,” said Adele, “only one thing remains to be decided upon, and that is, where we shall have our Secret Sanctum.”
“Our which?” asked the irrepressible Betty Burd.
“A place where we may hold our secret meetings,” Adele explained.
“You may use our attic if you wish,” drawled Rosamond, “but, I warn you, it’s powerful warm up there in the summer, and cobwebby.”
“An attic is all right on rainy days,” Adele replied, “but the blue sky is the roof for me, now that spring is here.”
While she was talking, Adele’s eyes were roving the meadow. Suddenly she saw something, and, leaping to the ground, she skipped about with delight, to the amazement of the others.
“Adele,” protested Peggy Pierce, “tell us, so we may dance, too.”