"Blue enamel," murmured Dorothy.
"He said he wanted us to have them, and that it was a lovely symbol and so on, and he'd seen some ducks of pins in New York that were just what we'd like, and some single flower ones for the boys—"
"Um. This suspense is wearing on me," remarked Roger.
"We talked it over and the way it came out was that Grandfather said that perhaps he'd better give us now the money the pins would cost and keep his present for later."
No one could resist a groan.
"He won't forget it. Grandfather never forgets to do what he promises. We'll get them some time or other. But I had a feeling that we'd like them later better even than now because we'd feel then that we'd really earned them after the Club had done something worth while, you know."
"I suppose we will," sighed Della, "but they do sound good to me."
"He was bound that we should have the forget-me-not in some form or other," went on Ethel Brown, "and he's sent us a rubber stamp with 'U. S. C.' on it and a forget-me-not at each end of the initials. There's an indelible pad that goes with it and we are to stamp everything we send out on some part where it won't be too conspicuous."
"It will be like signing a letter to the child the present goes to," said Dorothy.
"Isn't he a darling!" exclaimed Ethel Blue. "I love him as much as if he were my own grandfather."