“If we could think of some name that would appeal to the mothers who are so interested in the Blue Birds!” said Jinks.
After many names had been laughed down, Meredith said, “Why not call ourselves ‘The B. B. Club.’ Everyone likes a secret society and the mothers can believe we are so fond of the Blue Birds that we wanted to keep their name for ourselves.”
“Oh, but they will think we had to steal their name for want of finding one for ourselves,” scorned Ned.
“Well, if you can find anything better, tell it!” exclaimed Meredith, vexed at his friend’s laughter.
Just then, Jim, the handy man about Oakwood, joined the boys. He saw some signs of trouble and asked what they were doing.
Ned explained about Miss Selina and the Blue Birds, and his plan for the younger boys. Jim pondered for a few moments and then muttered, “Is there any bird you know that goes by those same initials—‘B. B.’?”
Ned thought rapidly for a few minutes, then said, “Blue Jay, no, not that—Black Bird!”
“Bull Finch!” replied Jinks, laughing.
“Neither! What bird whistles like this?” and Jim imitated so naturally the notes of the Bobolink that the boys knew.
“Ho! Bobolink, eh?” shouted Ned, slapping Jim on the back.