“You’ve got to be chairman of the club, Billie,” said Connie. “Now, don’t object. You are already elected—unanimously. Isn’t she, Rose?”
“Of course. If you don’t accept the chairmanship, Billie, there won’t be any club.”
Billie laughingly protested.
“Talk about being railroaded into a position——”
“Oh, hush up! You are already elected.”
“There’s the question of the treasurer,” Connie went on. “Which, when you come to think of it, is even more important than the chairmanship.”
“We will have to pick on someone with an honest countenance,” chuckled Laura, adding, with a wicked air of innocence: “At first, casual glance, I can’t think of a single person for the place.”
In revenge, Vi tweaked her ear and Connie pulled her hair.
Rose observed drawlingly:
“Certainly no one would ever pick you for the place, dear child!”