The girls all thought a moment. No one wanted to take the responsibility.
“You do it, Lilian,” suggested Hilary. “You have tact, and you were a fellow victim at the time of the wreck.”
“You wouldn’t have to persuade anybody to belong, in my opinion,” said Avalon. “Who wouldn’t want to?”
“Go on, Lilian,” said Isabel. “Let’s all wait here till we find out. I’ll go and make some fudge. Who has any sugar and butter and chocolate?”
The girls laughed at that, but managed to hunt up the desired material, while Lilian went to hunt up the two girls who had just been elected. Dorothy she found in a group of girls who were listening to some rollicking piano music in the parlors, but Jane was not in sight. Lilian beckoned to Dorothy, who detached herself and joined her.
“Come take a stroll in the halls with me, Dorothy, while I ask you something,” said Lilian. “Do you know where Jane is?”
“No; around with some of the girls somewhere.”
“Perhaps we’ll run across her. I want to tell you both the same thing, but I can tell you now. Here’s a good place to sit down in this alcove. You know our little club, Dorothy, with the butterfly pins?”
“Yes, those lovely little pins!”
“You know the girls pretty well that wear them, too.”