The other girls laughed. “All I hope is—,” said Isabel, whose perch upon a round rock was rather precarious, “that no one will call for a rising vote!”
“Eloise! Eloise!” cried Juliet, and the others took it up. Hilary put it to vote, and Eloise was unanimously elected chairman.
“What am I chairman of, girls?” asked Eloise.
“The meeting of the No Name Society, I guess,” said Pauline. “Girls, we must have a real society and a name!”
“That is one of the objects of this meeting,” said Cathalina. “Madame chairman, may I have the floor?”
“There isn’t any,” inserted Isabel.
“I am speaking figuratively, Miss Hunt.”
“O, excuse me.”
“You may have whatever you want,” generously offered the chairman. “I think Isabel’s suggestion very good, considering our location. You need not rise, ladies and gentlemen. Just raise your hand, and voice, if necessary, and I will recognize you. Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate the honor which is mine. What on earth are you doing, Isabel?” For Isabel had jumped down from her lofty seat and was creeping stealthily around a steep rock.
“Looking for the ‘gentlemen.’”