"And there may be letters to write," urged Roger, "and who'd do them?"
"Not old Roger, I'll bet!" cried James in humorous scorn.
"I don't notice that anybody is addressing the chair," remarked Helen sternly, and James flushed, for he had been the president's instructor in parliamentary law at the meeting when the Club was organized, and he did not relish being caught in a mistake.
"Excuse me, Madam President," he apologized.
"I don't see any especial need for a secretary, Miss President," said Margaret, "but can't we tell better when we're a little farther along and know what we're going to do?"
"Perhaps so," agreed Helen. "There isn't any treasurer's report for the same reason that there isn't any secretary's," she continued.
"Just to cut off another discussion I'd like to repeat my remark," said Margaret.
"If we become multi-millionaires later on we can appoint a treasurer then," said Della, her round face unusually grave.
"Instead of a secretary's report it seems to me it would be interesting to remember what the Club did last summer to live up to its name," suggested Tom. "You know Della and I weren't elected until after you'd been going some time, and I'm not sure that I know everything that happened."
The Mortons and Dorothy and the Hancocks looked around at each other rather vaguely, and no one seemed in a hurry to begin.