“Yet that is very wasteful, Betty.”
“Yes, Dotty, it is. I think you ought to be chairman.”
“No, thanks. Some time I’ll tell you how narrowly we escaped having another member on this committee.”
“You are a case, Dotty Bradshaw. What have you been doing now?”
“Nothing much, Kathryn. Somebody call this meeting to order.”
“All right. Betty, you’re chairman.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t named chairman, girl. Ask Miss Fox whom she intended for chairman—please, Gypsy.”
“All right—to settle it.”
Kathryn dashed across the room, stopping behind Miss Fox and waiting for an opportunity to speak to her. There was a brief conference and Kathryn returned to tell Betty triumphantly that she was chairman.
“Yes, of course,” returned Betty. “I saw you fix it up with her. Did you tell her that I would be deeply disappointed if I didn’t have the honor?”