“How about the name itself?” asked Eloise.
“I’ll add that to the motion, that the name be ‘Psyche Club.’”
“It has been moved and seconded that our name shall be ‘Psyche Club’ and that our motto shall be ‘Fides, Amor, Immortalitas.’ Is there a second to the motion?”
“I second the motion,” called Isabel.
“Any remarks?”
No remarks were forthcoming. The motion was presented and carried unanimously. Cathalina’s report on pins created great interest. “I’ll show you the booklet I got with designs when we get back, but none of them just suited me, so I made one up. Please don’t say you like it if your idea is different. Some were too big and others too small. I tried to work out a design that would be delicate and yet have room for our names and ‘Greycliff,’ as you said.”
“I think it’s beautiful,” said Juliet, and her opinion was echoed around the circle.
“Then there is nothing more to be done, is there?” inquired the president. “Some day when we feel like it we can get up a little constitution if anybody wants one, or if the society becomes a school society.”
“Time will tell,” said Pauline. “Mercy sakes, what’s coming, girls?”
Scarcely had they all turned to look than a boat shot into the cove headed for the remains of the picnic fire, it seemed. Its one occupant was dressed in rubber coat and helmet as if for a storm, took in the startled company of girls, gave them a keen look from a pair of flashing eyes, smiled a little and with a few strokes of the oars had turned and left the cove as suddenly as he had entered it, before the girls could do more than stare.