"You have?" asked Tom in surprise. "So have I. What's yours?"
"Come over here and I'll tell you," and the two boys retired to a corner where they conferred. It was evident, from their burst of laughter and their exclamations that they highly approved of each other's schemes.
"We've decided that we won't tell you what our act is," they declared when they came back to the broken meeting. "We'll surprise you as well as the rest of the audience."
"Meanies," pronounced Ethel Brown. "Helen, put down 'Number 4, Club Swinging by Two Geese!'"
"Not geese," corrected Tom, with a glance at Roger, who made a sign of caution.
"What next?" queried the president.
"Let's have some of the small children now. Our honorary member ought to be on the card," said Della.
"Are you sure he wouldn't be afraid?" asked Tom of Dicky's brethren.
"Not Dicky," they shrieked in concert.
"I saw a pretty stunt in town the other evening. It was done by grown people but it would be dear with little kids," urged Della, her round face beaming with the joy of her adaptation of the idea. "It was a new kind of shadow dance."