"Do you suppose they'll tell us what they've decided?" asked Ethel Blue anxiously. "Father will suggest something perfectly fine—he always does—and it will be like the end of a fairy story. You're sure you'd like to live with us?" she questioned anxiously.
Helen gave Ethel Blue a touch to attract her attention, for Dorothy was almost crying. Ethel Blue threw her arm around her and gave her a hug. At that minute Captain Morton's voice was heard calling Dorothy from the house. She jumped up and ran in. When she came back a few minutes later she was radiant.
"It's all arranged," she cried excitedly. "Some money has turned up from somewhere—a lot of it—that belongs to Mother, so we can live wherever we want to, and of course we'd rather live near you people than anywhere else in the world."
"All I've got to say," said Ethel Brown, "is that this is the finest sort of ending to the finest sort of summer. Just think of all the new things we've seen and done since we came up here, but I think the best of all has been starting the Club, because that's going to last."
"I believe we're going to have more fun out of that than out of anything we ever tried," said Helen.
"I know it; I feel it in my bones," cried Ethel Blue, "and now that Dorothy is going to help us with it all winter we'll just make things hum in Rosemont."
Throwing their arms across each other's shoulders, the whole group of them marched along the beach—one, two, three, back; one, two, three, back—chanting in unison
"Who are we?
Who are we?
We are members of the U. S. C."