"He turned the money right over into my hand," continued Ethel Brown—"the money he didn't spend for the pins, I mean. It's fifteen dollars. What shall I do with it?"
"Pay for the yarn you bought for the women in the Old Ladies' Home to knit with," said Helen promptly.
"'"The time has come," the walrus said,'" quoted Tom, "when we must have a treasurer. It was all very well talking about not needing one when we didn't have a cent of money, but now we are on the way toward being multis and we can't get on any longer without some one to look after it."
"Let's make Tom treasurer and then he can fuss over the old accounts himself," suggested Roger.
Roger's loathing for keeping accounts was so well known that every one laughed.
"Not I," objected Tom. "I'm not at all the right one. It ought to be one of you people who live out here where we're going to do our work. You'll have hurry calls for cash very often and it would be a nuisance to have to wait a day to write or phone me. No, sir, Roger's the feller for that job."
"No, Roger isn't," persisted that young man disgustedly. "I buck, I kick, I remonstrate, I protest, I refuse."
"Here, here," called Ethel Blue. "Who said you could have James's vocabulary?"
"Well, James, then," said Tom. "It doesn't make much difference who it is as long as he lives in these precincts and not as far away as I do. Madam President, I nominate Mr. Hancock for treasurer of the United Service Club."
"You hear the nomination," responded Helen. "Is it seconded?"