"This may be awkward," said the Honorary Trier, returning the letter to the President. "Miss Nimrod seems to take her own election for granted."
"And to think that we are anxious for members," added Lillie.
"Well, we ought to have somebody to replace Miss Jack," said Silverdale, with a suspicion of a smile. "But do you propose to accept Wee Winnie?"
"I don't know—she is certainly a remarkable girl. Such originality and individuality! Suppose we let things slide a little."
"Very well; we will not commit ourselves yet by saying anything to Miss Nim——"
"Miss Nimrod," announced Turple the magnificent.
"Aha! Here we are again!" cried Wee Winnie. "How are you, everybody? How is the old gentleman? Isn't he here?"
"He is very well, thank you, but he is not one of us," said Lillie.
"Oh! Well, anyhow, I've got another of us."
"Miss Sybil Hotspur?"