“You never have any reason to be envious, Ann. That is one reason that I thought you would be a good one to start it. Getting praised for what I’ve written, though, is what started me to liking composition, I guess. Nothing like a little encouragement once in a while, is there?”
“No,—yes—what is the right answer to that? And it’s precious little encouragement that Bunny ever gives. She never praised anything of mine.”
“She probably thought that I needed it.”
“No, Eleanor. That theme deserved it.”
“And I never wrote anything so quickly. I liked the subject and happened to know something about it. I wrote it right off, just in the order that came to me, and then, boiled it down and corrected it and copied it. Well, what do you say, girls, do we have a scribblers’ club or don’t we?”
“With the Owls and the Bats,” said Marta dubiously, “I don’t see that I have much more time for outside things.”
“But you take English, don’t you?”
“Yes, Eleanor; I have several studies this year outside of my music.”
“Very well, then. If you’d like to belong, you can offer anything that you have ever written for English. Those things go for the Owls, and the Scribblers’ Club, too. I’ll tell you more about our plans when—and if—we organize.”