"You're talking about me," asserted Dicky suddenly, once more removing his sucker from his increasingly sticky lips and fixing an accusing eye upon his sister.
"She was, Dicky, that's true," interposed Helen quickly, "but she loves you just as much as if she were talking about Roger."
Dicky regarded this as a compliment and subsided against James's chest.
"We're going to try and get the Watkinses to come out next Saturday afternoon and the Hancocks will come over and we'll have a meeting of the United Service," explained Roger to the new arrivals.
"Good enough!" approved Ethel Brown.
"What are you going to do, Madam President?" inquired Ethel Blue, who felt a lively interest in any future plans because the Club was her idea.
"We'll all think of things between now and Saturday, and suggest them then."
"Tell the Watkinses when you write to them, Helen."
"I'm just boiling over with ideas for the Club to put into execution some time or other," announced Roger.
"Big ones or little?" asked Dorothy.