"The Sho-shiety of Ash-sho-she-ated Shi-rens," Patty mumbled sleepily. "It's too hard to say."
"Oh, but we won't call it that in public. The name's a secret. We'll call it the S. A. S."
"What's it for?"
"You'll promise not to tell?" Mae asked guardedly.
"No, of course I won't tell."
"Not even Pris and Conny when they get back?"
"We'll make them members," said Patty.
"Well—perhaps—but this is the kind of society that's better small. And we three are the only ones who really ought to be members, because we saw the play. But anyhow; you must promise not to tell unless Rosalie and I give you permission. Do you promise that?"
"Oh, yes! I promise. What's it for?"
"We're going to become sirens," Mae whispered impressively. "We're going to be beautiful and fascinating and ruthless—"