“Mermaids don’t run around, Avalon; they swim or wiggle around on their fishy fins like seals, I suppose.”
“‘Fishy fins,’—that’s good, Pauline,” said Lilian. “May I use that for my next ‘pome’?”
“Yes, fair poetess, I go around dropping pearls of wisdom for my friends! Everything Lil hears is for the paper now, girls.”
“Copy, Pauline, is what we call it.”
“Last year Lil was going to be a singer, I believe.”
“I still am, but it doesn’t hurt to know a few other things.”
“One more sandwich around, girls,” said Eloise, “and then I’m going to call the Psyche Club to order. Wash your milk bottles in the lake and wipe them off with the sandwich papers till they can be better washed in the Greycliff kitchens!”
The last crumb of lunch was finished when Eloise, president of the Psyche Club, rapped with a pebble upon a larger stone to call the meeting to order. “You remember that these meetings were not to be formal, but some order has to be followed if we get things done, so I will call for reports from the committees! Who was to ask Miss West about the name and motto?”
“I said I would,” said Betty. “Cathalina asked me to talk with Patty. She thought that the name Psyche Club was all right, but did not care for the ‘nothing less than Olympus’ idea, and asked why we didn’t get something that would better express the central,—or the real meaning of our name, like ‘faith, love, immortality,’ and if we wanted it in Latin, she suggested ‘Fides, Amor, Immortalitas.’”
“O, that is good!” exclaimed Pauline. “I wonder why we did not think of that ourselves. I move, madam president, that we accept Miss Patty’s suggestion and that the motto of the Psyche Club be ‘Fides, Amor, Immortalitas.’”